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@slobberjaws

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I will not apologize for the kinks that are displayed on this blog but I will tag them at the least

computer-kisser

Robo cock is fine and all but nothing beats the erotism of wireplay and exposed circuitry

computer-kisser

Being attracted to computers with no background in tech is so embarrassing.

Like yes I do know what type of computer that is by name, what year it was made, and yes I do know the specs

No, I have no idea how to fix your modern computer with the issues its having

But I could hump the tower for you if you think that'd help

So much opportunity for stuffing in the dungeon

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

Keith was too far gone to even think about the rest of the house. Those pathetic mewls were driving him insane as he ground his hips into the other's cock. It wasn't even big enough to reach anything, just enough to satisfy the craving.

He hissed quietly as the other's voice took over, his own fingers working quickly as he stroked himself. His breath was heavy, panting through his voicebox. Keith braced himself on one arm in front of himself, his grinding erratic already... He was embarrassingly sensitive, already lost in the sensation.

Wheatley got to watch through his own pleasure as he worked, his optic half closed and his plates flared to the sides as he growled softly.. It took his words away, it made everything into a pleasurable blurr.

Wheatley wouldn't stop blubbering and rambling, his words flowing into everything like an unrememberable blur of pleasure. His legs uncontrollably thrusted up to meet him half way, begging and desperate for more of this sensation.

Every bit of it was like heaven- and there was no stress that a movement wouldn't work, that he would stop feeling it- because this wasn't testing euphoria. No, it was much, much better.

"Come on nnn come on!! Fuck! Ii- Oh gg.god you're so good- come on- yess-!!"

Keith pushed him down by the chest, pressing him into the mattress. He'd absolutely tuned his own sensitivity too high, much too high, if he was seriously getting off on the other's explicit whining...

"Be a good boy-" he growled between his panting, clenching down on Wheatley's erection as he abandoned stroking himself for grinding openly on his abdomen.. "I'll let you- hhah- I'll let you cum-"

He was losing his mind more, minute by minute as his slick drooled out into the other's lap.. Keith knew he'd let Wheatley climax inside of him either way. He craved the sensation, to feel his cock fill him up deeper than it could properly reach-

His breathing was so absolutely strained, the moans and mewls coming out like this whore bot was in heat. He choked out grunts and huffs, losing himself to the sensation. He's rather desperate now that he's had a taste for it- it's funny in comparison when you think about it, considering he didn't know he could use those parts maybe 10 minutes ago.

"Hhhhnn fuck-!! Fuck, I'll be good! I'll be sooo good- good ol w...wheatley- Uuu...Useful- Haaahh-!"

He probably doesn't even realize exactly what he's saying- If Keith asked him to bark he probably would.

He jolted as he finally found the perfect spot- a strangled growl escaping his voicebox as the pleasure crackled through his system all at once- Keith started to finally speed up, grinding hard on his cock.

"Be still-" he growled.. Keith put his hands on his hips, forcing them to stay still. He had little hope of Wheatley obeying that particular command.

Keith finally got to use him, angling just right to hit that sensitive spot inside himself. Wheatley could hear the choked back moaning through the crackling static, just barely, as he fucked himself. Wheatley could feel him clenching down on his cock with every thrust pushing him deep into that warm wetness.

That one was a little bit trickier to obey, considering it was rather hard to keep his legs steady. He couldn't help it- but God did he try.

He gripped the edges of the bed, the fabric ruffling in between his fingers. His optic was rolling wildly in his head, whines escaping from his chest. His head was leaning all the way back, completely losing himself to the pleasure.

"Fff...fuck-! Fuck-!! What's..- aahhg..- ohhh god..!"

He felt rather close, to what he wasn't certain... but it was getting way too intense

"Hhah- good boy.. good boy," he huffed, giving one last push down onto his length. Keith suddenly clenched hard around his cock, a spark flying from his head as he groaned low and loud.

The android hunched over, trembling as he frantically stroked himself through the pleasure that wracked his system. It nearly overwhelmed him completely, so much stronger than he'd thought the settings would allow.

Keith rode him hard as his body convulsed through his own climax-

As soon as his cunt clenched around him he felt his body overload with the pleasure. It tipped him over some threshold he didn't know about, and suddenly he's arching his hips forward.

Wheatley gave put a long, low moan as he buried his length into Keith, his wires clenching and his system going tense as he unloaded his artificial seed into that tight hole of his.

Never having using his parts before he was probably full to the brim. Bright blue fluid dripped from both his cock and hole, dripping all over those old sheets.

"Oooohhh my god..-! Hhaaah... aaahhh...!"

Once he was emptied he felt himself collapse back into the mattress, his body going limp.

"Oh staaars... Fuckk...."

Keith tensed and shuddered, still grinding in twitchy movements as Wheatley piped him full. It leaked out around his folds, but the majority of it pooled inside his innards. It glowed faintly past the stretchy grey material he'd used to cushion his stomach.

He milked the other's cock as much as he could before oversensitivity forced him to roll over, laying down on the far side of the bed with his back turned to Wheatley.. Just for a moment while he basked in the afterglow.

It didn't take him more than a minute to start cleaning, grabbing a bit of the bedsheet and using it as a rag, since it was already ruined. He wiped himself off, and then placed a hand on Wheatley's hip to keep him from squirming away as he wiped up the last of the mess.

He was huffing, panting as his fans tried desperately to get some proper air flow through his system. That was incredible, but so much work..

When Keith went over to mop up the mess between his legs he breathed in rather sharp, twitching just a little- he couldn't help it, clearly, but he was definitely trying to stay still.

It took a little bit of quiet recollection, the soft afterglow of their activity more than enough to keep any thoughts from taking over- But once the similarities started to piece together, he couldn't help the soft hiccup in his breath. His legs came up to his bare chest, the gentle shakes and sparks from their coitus still fresh in his system.

He didn't think he'd ever feel that way again. It was so... so good, but...

It just reminded him of back then. It was one of the more prevalent desires during it after all...

He keeps a hand over his optic, knowing these feelings were stupid and intrusive- unwanted right now. He really didn't want them to ruin this- For either him nor Keith.

Hopefully he just doesn't pry.

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

Keith was too far gone to even think about the rest of the house. Those pathetic mewls were driving him insane as he ground his hips into the other's cock. It wasn't even big enough to reach anything, just enough to satisfy the craving.

He hissed quietly as the other's voice took over, his own fingers working quickly as he stroked himself. His breath was heavy, panting through his voicebox. Keith braced himself on one arm in front of himself, his grinding erratic already... He was embarrassingly sensitive, already lost in the sensation.

Wheatley got to watch through his own pleasure as he worked, his optic half closed and his plates flared to the sides as he growled softly.. It took his words away, it made everything into a pleasurable blurr.

Wheatley wouldn't stop blubbering and rambling, his words flowing into everything like an unrememberable blur of pleasure. His legs uncontrollably thrusted up to meet him half way, begging and desperate for more of this sensation.

Every bit of it was like heaven- and there was no stress that a movement wouldn't work, that he would stop feeling it- because this wasn't testing euphoria. No, it was much, much better.

"Come on nnn come on!! Fuck! Ii- Oh gg.god you're so good- come on- yess-!!"

Keith pushed him down by the chest, pressing him into the mattress. He'd absolutely tuned his own sensitivity too high, much too high, if he was seriously getting off on the other's explicit whining...

"Be a good boy-" he growled between his panting, clenching down on Wheatley's erection as he abandoned stroking himself for grinding openly on his abdomen.. "I'll let you- hhah- I'll let you cum-"

He was losing his mind more, minute by minute as his slick drooled out into the other's lap.. Keith knew he'd let Wheatley climax inside of him either way. He craved the sensation, to feel his cock fill him up deeper than it could properly reach-

His breathing was so absolutely strained, the moans and mewls coming out like this whore bot was in heat. He choked out grunts and huffs, losing himself to the sensation. He's rather desperate now that he's had a taste for it- it's funny in comparison when you think about it, considering he didn't know he could use those parts maybe 10 minutes ago.

"Hhhhnn fuck-!! Fuck, I'll be good! I'll be sooo good- good ol w...wheatley- Uuu...Useful- Haaahh-!"

He probably doesn't even realize exactly what he's saying- If Keith asked him to bark he probably would.

He jolted as he finally found the perfect spot- a strangled growl escaping his voicebox as the pleasure crackled through his system all at once- Keith started to finally speed up, grinding hard on his cock.

"Be still-" he growled.. Keith put his hands on his hips, forcing them to stay still. He had little hope of Wheatley obeying that particular command.

Keith finally got to use him, angling just right to hit that sensitive spot inside himself. Wheatley could hear the choked back moaning through the crackling static, just barely, as he fucked himself. Wheatley could feel him clenching down on his cock with every thrust pushing him deep into that warm wetness.

That one was a little bit trickier to obey, considering it was rather hard to keep his legs steady. He couldn't help it- but God did he try.

He gripped the edges of the bed, the fabric ruffling in between his fingers. His optic was rolling wildly in his head, whines escaping from his chest. His head was leaning all the way back, completely losing himself to the pleasure.

"Fff...fuck-! Fuck-!! What's..- aahhg..- ohhh god..!"

He felt rather close, to what he wasn't certain... but it was getting way too intense

"Hhah- good boy.. good boy," he huffed, giving one last push down onto his length. Keith suddenly clenched hard around his cock, a spark flying from his head as he groaned low and loud.

The android hunched over, trembling as he frantically stroked himself through the pleasure that wracked his system. It nearly overwhelmed him completely, so much stronger than he'd thought the settings would allow.

Keith rode him hard as his body convulsed through his own climax-

As soon as his cunt clenched around him he felt his body overload with the pleasure. It tipped him over some threshold he didn't know about, and suddenly he's arching his hips forward.

Wheatley gave put a long, low moan as he buried his length into Keith, his wires clenching and his system going tense as he unloaded his artificial seed into that tight hole of his.

Never having using his parts before he was probably full to the brim. Bright blue fluid dripped from both his cock and hole, dripping all over those old sheets.

"Oooohhh my god..-! Hhaaah... aaahhh...!"

Once he was emptied he felt himself collapse back into the mattress, his body going limp.

"Oh staaars... Fuckk...."

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

Keith was too far gone to even think about the rest of the house. Those pathetic mewls were driving him insane as he ground his hips into the other's cock. It wasn't even big enough to reach anything, just enough to satisfy the craving.

He hissed quietly as the other's voice took over, his own fingers working quickly as he stroked himself. His breath was heavy, panting through his voicebox. Keith braced himself on one arm in front of himself, his grinding erratic already... He was embarrassingly sensitive, already lost in the sensation.

Wheatley got to watch through his own pleasure as he worked, his optic half closed and his plates flared to the sides as he growled softly.. It took his words away, it made everything into a pleasurable blurr.

Wheatley wouldn't stop blubbering and rambling, his words flowing into everything like an unrememberable blur of pleasure. His legs uncontrollably thrusted up to meet him half way, begging and desperate for more of this sensation.

Every bit of it was like heaven- and there was no stress that a movement wouldn't work, that he would stop feeling it- because this wasn't testing euphoria. No, it was much, much better.

"Come on nnn come on!! Fuck! Ii- Oh gg.god you're so good- come on- yess-!!"

Keith pushed him down by the chest, pressing him into the mattress. He'd absolutely tuned his own sensitivity too high, much too high, if he was seriously getting off on the other's explicit whining...

"Be a good boy-" he growled between his panting, clenching down on Wheatley's erection as he abandoned stroking himself for grinding openly on his abdomen.. "I'll let you- hhah- I'll let you cum-"

He was losing his mind more, minute by minute as his slick drooled out into the other's lap.. Keith knew he'd let Wheatley climax inside of him either way. He craved the sensation, to feel his cock fill him up deeper than it could properly reach-

His breathing was so absolutely strained, the moans and mewls coming out like this whore bot was in heat. He choked out grunts and huffs, losing himself to the sensation. He's rather desperate now that he's had a taste for it- it's funny in comparison when you think about it, considering he didn't know he could use those parts maybe 10 minutes ago.

"Hhhhnn fuck-!! Fuck, I'll be good! I'll be sooo good- good ol w...wheatley- Uuu...Useful- Haaahh-!"

He probably doesn't even realize exactly what he's saying- If Keith asked him to bark he probably would.

He jolted as he finally found the perfect spot- a strangled growl escaping his voicebox as the pleasure crackled through his system all at once- Keith started to finally speed up, grinding hard on his cock.

"Be still-" he growled.. Keith put his hands on his hips, forcing them to stay still. He had little hope of Wheatley obeying that particular command.

Keith finally got to use him, angling just right to hit that sensitive spot inside himself. Wheatley could hear the choked back moaning through the crackling static, just barely, as he fucked himself. Wheatley could feel him clenching down on his cock with every thrust pushing him deep into that warm wetness.

That one was a little bit trickier to obey, considering it was rather hard to keep his legs steady. He couldn't help it- but God did he try.

He gripped the edges of the bed, the fabric ruffling in between his fingers. His optic was rolling wildly in his head, whines escaping from his chest. His head was leaning all the way back, completely losing himself to the pleasure.

"Fff...fuck-! Fuck-!! What's..- aahhg..- ohhh god..!"

He felt rather close, to what he wasn't certain... but it was getting way too intense

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

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"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

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"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

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The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

Keith was too far gone to even think about the rest of the house. Those pathetic mewls were driving him insane as he ground his hips into the other's cock. It wasn't even big enough to reach anything, just enough to satisfy the craving.

He hissed quietly as the other's voice took over, his own fingers working quickly as he stroked himself. His breath was heavy, panting through his voicebox. Keith braced himself on one arm in front of himself, his grinding erratic already... He was embarrassingly sensitive, already lost in the sensation.

Wheatley got to watch through his own pleasure as he worked, his optic half closed and his plates flared to the sides as he growled softly.. It took his words away, it made everything into a pleasurable blurr.

Wheatley wouldn't stop blubbering and rambling, his words flowing into everything like an unrememberable blur of pleasure. His legs uncontrollably thrusted up to meet him half way, begging and desperate for more of this sensation.

Every bit of it was like heaven- and there was no stress that a movement wouldn't work, that he would stop feeling it- because this wasn't testing euphoria. No, it was much, much better.

"Come on nnn come on!! Fuck! Ii- Oh gg.god you're so good- come on- yess-!!"

Keith pushed him down by the chest, pressing him into the mattress. He'd absolutely tuned his own sensitivity too high, much too high, if he was seriously getting off on the other's explicit whining...

"Be a good boy-" he growled between his panting, clenching down on Wheatley's erection as he abandoned stroking himself for grinding openly on his abdomen.. "I'll let you- hhah- I'll let you cum-"

He was losing his mind more, minute by minute as his slick drooled out into the other's lap.. Keith knew he'd let Wheatley climax inside of him either way. He craved the sensation, to feel his cock fill him up deeper than it could properly reach-

His breathing was so absolutely strained, the moans and mewls coming out like this whore bot was in heat. He choked out grunts and huffs, losing himself to the sensation. He's rather desperate now that he's had a taste for it- it's funny in comparison when you think about it, considering he didn't know he could use those parts maybe 10 minutes ago.

"Hhhhnn fuck-!! Fuck, I'll be good! I'll be sooo good- good ol w...wheatley- Uuu...Useful- Haaahh-!"

He probably doesn't even realize exactly what he's saying- If Keith asked him to bark he probably would.

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

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The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

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Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

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Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

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Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

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"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

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Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

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He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

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It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

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Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

Keith was too far gone to even think about the rest of the house. Those pathetic mewls were driving him insane as he ground his hips into the other's cock. It wasn't even big enough to reach anything, just enough to satisfy the craving.

He hissed quietly as the other's voice took over, his own fingers working quickly as he stroked himself. His breath was heavy, panting through his voicebox. Keith braced himself on one arm in front of himself, his grinding erratic already... He was embarrassingly sensitive, already lost in the sensation.

Wheatley got to watch through his own pleasure as he worked, his optic half closed and his plates flared to the sides as he growled softly.. It took his words away, it made everything into a pleasurable blurr.

Wheatley wouldn't stop blubbering and rambling, his words flowing into everything like an unrememberable blur of pleasure. His legs uncontrollably thrusted up to meet him half way, begging and desperate for more of this sensation.

Every bit of it was like heaven- and there was no stress that a movement wouldn't work, that he would stop feeling it- because this wasn't testing euphoria. No, it was much, much better.

"Come on nnn come on!! Fuck! Ii- Oh gg.god you're so good- come on- yess-!!"

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

Keith didn't waste time anymore, his own sensitivity starting to sap away at his composure.. He hissed softly as his fingers came to grip at his own cock, slowly stroking himself while he let the bot watch. He'd been bottled up for so long.. Now that he had a body, it was like it had all hit him a once from the moment that he'd seen the other android's needy behavior.

It wasn't more than a moment before he grabbed Wheatley's slickened cock in his hand, lining it up to his entrance. Keith watched, his gaze lidded and predatory as he sank down finally... Even just a couple of inches was enough right now to force a groan from his voicebox, crackling slightly with static..

Seated at last, Keith started slow, grinding against his stomach. He could feel the tight canal squeezing around his cock, shifting and pulsating in a way that Keith's firm hands alone couldn't hope to replicate. He'd designed his own model down to every last detail. And he hadn't skimped even a little on this.

He watched in anticipation, in hunger really, as he positioned his hole overtop wheatley's mound of flesh.

And when he finally sat himself down, Keith's pleasure was probably nothing in comparison to the feeling wheatley was just plunged into.

"AGH-!" He cried out, his head whipping backwards as his cock was plunged into that warm, wet grip. It was very evident how hard his fans were running, whorelike moans beginning to spew freely like a spout. If there was anyone nearby, they would know what they were doing...

It didn't help them stay quiet when he started moving.

"Ohhh god yes-! YES just- Just like- ffucckk..!."

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

Keith hummed under his breath, his chest rising and falling in a soft pant. Once he had enough of that he added two fingers for just a moment, swiping up and gathering the blue slick on both fingers and using it to coat the other's cock.

He stroked it languidly with the added lubricant, making sure it all covered the silicone before he took away his hands for himself. Keith seemed to relish the noises Wheatley made in his desperation when he took away the stimuli from his hand...

Wheatley got to watch as Keith undressed from a few inches away, his legs only a tinge unsteady. He dropped his slacks, and then his briefs. His thighs were slicked with a clear fluid near his crotch. Underneath it all Wheatley could finally see what he had-

Keith sat back down in his lap, letting him watch while he spread himself with the two blue tinged fingers. His cock was.. really small, and not attached the same way the other's was. It protruded from between the two outer layers of silicone, and attached inside.. As he straddled his lap, Wheatley could also see that he had a similar entrance, pushing his fingers in and out just to ascertain that it would work well enough. His faceplates shuddered slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as his optic closed to just a crack of his iris.. it felt better than he thought it would, with this model-

It seemed that despite the budget cuts those perverts at aperture knew were their priorities lied. Why wouldn't they give high quality genitalia to their robots? Well, why not.?

When wheatley felt the lack of touch upon any of his parts, the bot let out a low whine, a begging plead of desperation.

"Nooo..- No come backk.. wh-where are you goinggg..?"

He went quiet again when he saw the way the other moved, undressing himself so slowly- he didn't understand it, but it made him antsy himself. And then he finally saw it, and-

"You got one too..-!" He gasped.

His optic furrowed a little, obviously trying to guess what was coming next- he had a lack of control here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet-

And then he felt his weight return, straddling him as so- And the yearning came back.

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

His plates flared slightly, the optic plates squinting at him.. Keith wouldn't have guessed Rick was that deprived.. But it worked for his purposes, at least. He huffed softly, the noise escaping him before he'd even thought of it...

"Keep talking," he commanded, leaning down to nestle his hand right between his legs. Keith opened them up, sliding a finger into that slick entrance and prodding deeper into him.

"How's this feel," he asked, curling his finger inside and slowly beginning to pump just the single digit into the other.. He wanted to map exactly where every little button was, so he could press them at his leisure.

That ended up making his legs twitch, his back arching just a little as the man began to explore a spot on him that has never been touched before. His chest rose and sunk in a fluttering pattern, bubbling moans beginning to flourish from his voice. He's not shy about making noise, that's for sure.

"Rreally... REALLY gg.ood... Ohhh Keith- Luv, don't stop.. Please don't stop..-"

Sensations were pooling together to send him into a state of complete overheat. He was overwhelmed, he didn't know where to put his hands. He ended up placing one on the hull of his head, blubbering out little moans and gasps with every thrust.

He wasn't expecting it to feel like this... He wasn't expecting it to feel like... back then.

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

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"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

Keith's eyes were near instantly glued to his unusual set of parts.. He studied them from a slight distance at first, before wrapping his hand around the android's length.

"Did you pick this?" he murmured, already fascinated with the specimen in front of him.. His thumb rubbed at the head of his cock, his pinky trailing down as he stroked to peel open the layers of his folded lower half..

He could feel his own insides throbbing, his fans whirring softly inside his casing as he ached for his own attention.. But he was far too focused now to pay mind to himself yet. Keith wanted to see every little inch of this before he really let the other do anything...

Aa soon as the touch was upon his aching cock, fingertips rubbing against his tip, a whorish moan seemed to slip from his vocal processor. He had no hopes in holding it back- He hadn't felt something this good in.... a long while. The humans were right.

"I.... Nn...noo...," he gasped out, eye flickering with a good bit more brightness. The iris was a bit smaller than it would normally present itself, probably in response to this bizarre experience.

"Ii.... I was aa...asleep when they pp...put me- put me in this tt..thing-- Maybe u-..uh- Maybe Rr....rick.... picked it...? He l- oouhhh godd..- he- he was the o...only other one tttthere an--and Amm-Ahhg.... Ama didn't give me a... an op..tion- Oh my fffucking.. GOD this feels amaz...zing-"

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

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The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

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Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

Keith gave it just a few more moments before he got bored enough to slide his hands downwards. He slipped downwards, a slight exhale escaping his lips while he started to unbutton Wheatley's shirt and pull it aside.. He wanted a good look at his model, if he was going to do this.

He was sitting directly on his groin now, shifting his hips impatiently as he took his sweet time studying his torso.. Keith was curious about these downgraded models.. Especially Wheatley's, since his head had been attached from his original core.. It seemed all the same to him, disappointingly. It was just the same as the rest, his head was the unique part. Save for whatever was below his hips.

Keith didn't seem to be packing.. well, anything. Wheatley couldn't feel anything in his pants, save for a bit of dampness growing chilly when he stepped aside to yank the android's pants from his skinny hips. He was growing hungrier by the second, tracing a line up his legs before he got to the underwear finally- Keith hooked his fingers around that too, slowly pulling them down to his ankles to get a good look of it.

It was a pretty average build. Probably the same-ish base that Keith had, and definitely the same thing Neil had. A harder chest covered in a rather thin layer of silicone, followed by a stretcher silicone abdomen. The joints were pretty similar to ones that were found on Co-op bots, but the limbs a much sleeker white design.

When he got down to his groin is when that got interesting.

Wheatley shivered in anticipation as Keith slipped down his boxers- anticipation for what exactly, he wasn't sure. He was excited none the less.

Down between his legs had been a smaller head of silicone, bright blue in color. It had only been about four inches, very modest- But what was more interesting was the fact that instead it didn't end there. Just below it had been a large opening, gently pulsing. It was slickened with a bright blue liquid- perhaps repurposed coolant..

He sported both parts.

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

Keith finally released his handles, letting Wheatley stand up on his own. He instead grabbed hold of his dress shirt, taking a fistful of it and using it to pull him along as they finally left the garage.

He was quick, and silent as he pulled Wheatley into the smaller room. Keith didn't want to be spotted with Wheatley such a mess.

Finally inside, he pushed the taller android down onto the bed, climbing right up on top of him and sitting like a dead weight on his chest. Keith was just heavy enough now that he wasn't going to dent his casing, but enough that Wheatley wouldn't be getting up unless Keith allowed it.

Before he'd even spoken again, his hands were right back on those handles. He brushed his hands over then, tracing a finger back and forth.. Studying Wheatley to see where the most sensitive spot was...

"They must have placed sensory wiring in here.. How's it feel like this?" he wrapped a hand around the rubber and squeezed it.

He followed obediently up the stairs into the bedroom that had been designated as his. Before he had room to even speak, the man was suddenly pressed deep into the cushioning of the mattress, and a heavy weight was straddling his chest.

The sensation of Keith gripping the softer rubber casing had Wheatley breathing out a puff of hot steam, a gentle groan escaping his throat. His vocal processor rumbled with each graze- They probably weren't oversensitive all the time, but with how much grabbing Keith had done before hand he probably worked him up.

"Ww....weirdd..."

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

"Wheatley," his voice was firm, turning his head slightly to make the bot look at him. "Calm down for fucks sake- Answer the question."

His own expression was cool, unbothered but.. He had a certain look about him, analyzing Wheatley like he'd done before... Keith's hands twitched, staring up at him.

"Do you want my generous help or not."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, looking him right in the optic with that slight jitter in the LED. He didn't want to drive the other away, not when he was trying to make him feel better. And he heard that when humans do it, it feels nice, right...?

He slowly nodded, a gentle flair of his slightly loosened hull now that the handles weren't on as tight.

".....I got the sl...slightly smaller room.."

thefactualsphere

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

adventuregunsphere

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

thefactualsphere

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

adventuregunsphere

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

thefactualsphere

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

adventuregunsphere

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

thefactualsphere

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

adventuregunsphere

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

thefactualsphere

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

thefactualsphere

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

adventuregunsphere

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

thefactualsphere

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing now-"

adventuregunsphere

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

thefactualsphere

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

adventuregunsphere

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

thefactualsphere

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

adventuregunsphere

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

And right on cue, the man tensed up again, bristling as a soft puff of warmed air came from his fan vents. He tried to look away in total embarassment, but it was hard when his head was in Keith's hands like this.

"...i-ii- I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry, I've got to bb...e absolutely busted- this is- you're just tt..trying to help and im- Freaking out like this- gotta be- gotta be absolutely broken. For. Being like this."

He didn't even have a word for what ""this"" was. He shifted on his feet, fingertips pulling with bitter anxiety against the sleeves of his blue collar work shirt.

As Keith looked him up and down, it was pretty damn evident that he was no longer completely smooth from his chest to his legs- there was a small bump that had pressed against his pants right where his groin was. It was small, not very obvious- but with a gaze as scrutinizing as Keith's, you could probably spot it.

Keith stared at his crotch for a moment more, squinting at the rather obvious answer to what Wheatley was talking about.

Finally, he looked up at the android again, sounding a little incredulous as he spoke.

"Have you not used it yet?" He blinked at Wheatley in disbelief, his hold on his handle tightening a little to keep him from running away too soon..

"Forfuckssake.." he murmured, already knowing the answer to that question. And already amazed by how quickly he decided he would solve it, he rubbed at his hull, giving a sigh.. He hadn't done anything to the place up at all yet... Nowhere to even sit down.

"Fine, I'll fix it for you. Have you decided on a room yet-?"

"U-Used... What..-" he breathed, almost not really understanding at first before he looked down and realized just how indecent he was.

"Fuck- fuckfuckfuck what- I'm s-sorry- ohhh my god I'm so sorry-"

He definitely pulled to try and maybe get away, maybe leave due to the downright embarassment. He didn't even know how sensitive that was himself. He winced again once he realized how tight his handles were being grabbed at.

"I dd..didn't know they were functional- I- I thought it was like u-auhm- cosmetic-...! Thought it ww..was a human... thing or- or if I used them I would die.."

He was heating up a bit more, in this case it was DEFINITELY embarassment.

"Mm..maybe if I just gg.-go breathe for a bb..bit- maybe it'll just go aww..way. you don't go..gotta do anything you don't want- want to-"

He couldn't imagine Keith wanting to do THAT with him. Not after all that...

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