Okay i'll admit I personally Ship Creamcest, not just because of the "sex", though sho abd sburbox's art is a bonus (xD), but it you'd actually followed the little story/plot line, Sho and Sburbox had, it's really cute. And it has so much potential for Character growth and Development.
Crud gives Steam Human Interaction, outside of Norma and Ted, Crud also gives Steam a reason to leave his Workshop, While Steam could teach Crud a few things about actually working.
But i'm not gonna hate on Steamcest, I use to ship it, and then Crud came along... That doesn't mean, from time to time I won't go to the Steamcest tag and look at the posts.
Sure Crud is an asshole to start off, and insults Steam, All friendships have to start somewhere right? and really? Real life isn't all People being nice, everybody is different and every friendship has a story. and probably later on, Steam could hold that insult over crud's head
"Hey Remember when we first met, and you insulted me?"-s
"yea? what about it?-c
"you never apologized"-s
"oh uh...sorry"-c
"apology not accepted"-s
"awh what do i have to do to make it up to you?"-c
"clean greed for a week?"-s
"Really, Thats not fair!"-c
"Well you called me the most perverted once-ler in the whole Fandom, and that hurt, you have a whole lot of feels you gotta make up for!"-s
"What? That makes no Sense"-c
"Do it! or no Sex for a month!"-s
"What?! Thats ridiculous! I can't ...nooo..."-c
"And you call me most perverted..."-s
"FINE! I'll Do it!"-c
though i'd imagine it'd be more in character and yeah...
well anyways
Just because Steam has Crud, that doesn't mean he'll ever stop caring for Greed, I'd like to think they both hold a very special place in his heart.
all in all
It's like reading a book, or watching a tv show, you can ship the characters, but you can't tell the writers what to do. And Really Steamcest and Creamcest is amazing in it's self and lets stop this little war please.
Plus thats what fanfiction and fanart fan art is for.
@Gatzby
i am simply making my responding to your statement. ignore me if you want.
" you started shipping it after you saw the art Sburbox and Shoguru put on their main blogs."
I started shipping it when Greed crashed and Crud brought him back, and he was Steam's moral support. and Really, most people do things because they expect something in return. It's a way of trade, Crud did the kitty, because he thought it would make Steam happy, and he's get a kiss out of it. Thats not bad is it?
~Gryff's Mod
Agree or disagree all you want, i'm just putting in my opinion.
(this is officially my music of choice for this universe and i don't even know why, aside from the lyrics of 'A New Friend' like i used in this video)
uhg, Vegas Pro (trial) is being a dickhole and won't let me render the pretty colors and things that i added to this, so here is just my WMM contribution to the steamcest/steamcrud triangle ("creamy gears" because what Froggy says is law)
Steampunk Onceler has an addiction only Crud-ler can treat.
A sequel-of-sorts to Relax.
It’s not my best work, but it has its moments. So, take it or leave it.
And, Bitch Onceler and Wants-ler are in this, as side characters. This is mostly Crud and Steam.
The living room apartment was filled with ecstasy as images of porn flashed across the TV screen. The coffee table was an overflowing mess of dirty dishes, empty beer and soda cans, various snack wrappers, a handful of used tissues and a bottle of lube. Crud-ler leaned back, kicking his feet up on the table, fully relaxed and with a smug smirk of self-satisfaction as he continued to watch the rented porno.
“Are you going to sit around all day?” Bitch Onceler barked from the kitchen.
Crud shrugged. “Hey, it’s a tough economy.”
“If Wants-ler and I can find jobs to pay off our share of the rent, so can you.”
“By the way, how’s the bartender business?”
“Hard work, but satisfying. Not that you would know. You’ve been jacking off all damn day.”
“Not all day. Say, why don’t you put that new bartender license to work and mix me a Manhattan?”
“Why don’t you turn down that damned porno before the landlord comes up to bitch again? And pick up the damn classifieds, bitch!”
A loud pounding rang out from the floor, it sounded like the neighbor downstairs knocking on the ceiling again. Crud-ler slammed his foot down, knocking back, before rolling his eyes and grabbing the newspaper hanging off the arm of the couch.
The apartment door opened wide, with a delighted Wants-ler strolling into the apartment. “I’m back! With money!” he almost sang.
“Let me see.” Bitch Onceler came in from the kitchen, wearing a pink apron and green oven mitts. He took one of the mitts off as he gawked at the wad of cash Wants-ler was boastingly fanning in his hand. “Wants-ler! How did you make six hundred bucks in five hours?”
“He’s a horny bitch, and you just asked him that?” Crud-ler asked sourly from behind the classified ads he pretended to read.
“It all goes to Daddy!” Wants-ler chimed.
“Uh, Wants-ler?” Onceler explained. “We’re on our own now. We have no Daddy.”
Wants-ler’s face sank, his lower lip quivering weakly. “Oh….” It took two seconds for him to quickly buck up. “It’s all for me, then!”
Onceler tried to stop Wants-ler from trotting off to his room. “No! Wait! We need to make rent! At least give us a third!”
The commotion stopped in its tracks as a knock rang from the apartment door. The three bitches exchanged glances, not sure who would be knocking at this hour. Onceler assumed it was one of the neighbors, but Wants-ler had another thought.
“DADDY!!” Wants-ler raced to the door and threw it wide open. “Hey! You’re not Daddy!”
“Uh, no. C-can I come in?”
Crud lowered the newspaper, a wide grin growing on his face. Oh, he knew that voice. He tucked the newspaper aside and stood up from the couch. “Let him in, bitch.”
Wants-ler stepped aside, letting Steampunk Onceler in. The inventor was unbelievably skittish, and he had the look of a lamb who wandered in to a den of wolves. He folded his arms over his chest, hugging himself nervously, as he heard Wants-ler slowly close the door behind him.
Crud crossed his arms, standing tall and very amused at the man who walked through his door. “Well well, what brings you here?”
“Uh, well…” Steampunk could barely get the words out, as he lightly rested his trembling fingers to his chin. “I, uh… oh, I don’t know how to say this…”
“Let it out,” Crud-ler cooed, enjoying every minute of this.
“... I… n-need you.”
“… for…?”
“Uhm… c-can we talk in private?” Steampunk forced out through his lips.
An amused chuckle quietly came from Crud-ler’s throat. Encouraging, he rested his arm over Steam’s shoulder. “Follow me.”
Following his lead, Steampunk was led across the living room. He nervously turned his head, then quickly turned away in a red blush when he got his eyes full of the porno on the television. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Bitch Onceler shaking his head as he headed back to cooking dinner, and Wants-ler giggling like the naughty little boy he is.
Maybe this was a bad idea, Steampunk thought.
But as quick as that thought crossed his mind, Steampunk was already led through the small apartment hallway and into Crud-ler’s room. The place was a small modest bachelor pad, furnished with only a chair, a bed, a dresser and a small foldable poker table. The walls were painted a dark forest green, and the shag carpet was an ugly shade of red.
Crud-ler closed the bedroom door and took his seat in the only chair in the room. “Come, sit,” he offered, motioning to the bed.
Steampunk turned to the bed, then quickly turned back. “Uh, no thank you.”
“So,” Crud began, “what are we talking about here?”
Steampunk stood in the middle of the room, his knees buckled in and his left hand nervously rubbing up and down his right arm. “Uh, well… remember that day when you brought back Greedler from his little flight? And… things happened?”
“Vividly.”
“Yes, well… uhm… I… I just, cannot get that out of my head. I… I-I did not know how much I needed it so badly… I…”
Crud-ler was already liking where this is going. He stood up from his seat and stood in front of the timid inventor. “Yes…?”
“Crud-ler… I need another massage.”
“Oh.”
Steampunk could hear a taste of sour in Crud’s mouth. “Is that okay?”
“Oh, no, it’s perfectly okay,” Crud replied reassuringly, but couldn’t help but ask, “I was just wondering if you want a happy ending.”
“Happy… ending?” Steampunk’s face was beet red as he headed for the door. “This was a mistake.”
Crud stepped in between Steam and the door. “Wait, wait. I apologize for my humor. After all, I’m only doing what comes naturally.”
“That is what I am afraid of,” Steam blushed, looking down at the ground.
Crud placed a finger under Steam’s chin and lifted his head up. “Hey, I can do a simple massage. No problem.” Crud smiled as he motioned to the bed. “Why don’t you sit?”
Steam swallowed his fears as he made his way to the bed. He sat down, resting his hands at his sides onto the thin cotton bed sheets.
“Take off your shirt and vest,” Crud instructed.
“What?”
“I can’t rub your back through all that thick material. And take off the gloves too, it’ll help you relax.”
Steampunk hesitated, but began by taking off his black work gloves. His bare hands were dry and calloused, his nails dirty from oil. Steam tried to bend them, as if this was the first time in a long time his hands moved freely outside of the gloves.
His calloused hands worked their way to the buttons on his vest. Steampunk blushed nervously, blocking the watchful Crud from his mind as he began to disrobe his vest and shirt. Crud took all his willpower to not ask Steam to undress slower. That would only agitate the poor thing.
“Now, lay down.”
Steampunk froze. “O-on the bed? Y-your bed?”
Crud didn’t want to admit it, but he could see the problem. “You have my promise, I am a bitch no more. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”
“Like the kissing and kneading before?” Steampunk asked, almost humiliated from the memory of that.
“Okay, NOW I promise,” Crud admitted, “but come on, you liked that.”
“Right up until I had to sneak by Norma with a boner between my legs.”
Crud laughed. “Did Norma help you out with that?” Steampunk sat straight up and reached for his shirt, but Crud stopped him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more joking,” Crud said, calming himself down.
Steampunk flopped onto the bed in a huff, his face deep in Crud’s pillow. “See that you do. It is your last warning.”
Crud took the last warning to heart. Besides, when’s Steampunk going to do this again? Crud leaned over the side of the bed and cracked his knuckles. He wrapped his hands lightly around Steam’s shoulders and began to knead.
Steampunk lay silent on the bed for a minute or two, his arms almost dead at his sides. Then, he lifted up his head and folded his arms under his chin. He tried to keep a little moan of relaxation to himself as he closed his eyes.
Crud caught that moan and grinned wryly. “Work got you stressed?” he asked.
“You would not believe it,” Steampunk began. “Norma moved into my house for a few days, out of the blue. I mean, I do not mind, just a little notice is all. At least she is more helpful than Greedler.”
“Sounds like that robot is not much of a helper,” Crud commented.
“No, it has to be my fault,” Steampunk thought aloud. “Greedler has the perfect mental capacity to understand right and wrong, but sometimes I think his stubbornness is because I am misdirecting him.”
“Well, it’s just you and me now,” Crud said as he rubbed deep onto a knot between Steam’s shoulder blades.
Steam couldn’t help but moan aloud. “That spot has been sore for days… watch your nails.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Crud grinned.
Each second passed by with each firm knead of Crud’s hands. Crud moved his hands slowly and steadily, from Steam’s shoulders to his middle back. He could feel Steam tense up as he rubbed his hands on the sides of Steam’s torso. He backed off a bit, but couldn’t help but smile. Jittery little thing.
Steampunk rested a moment in silence, enjoying the tension being loosened out of his muscles. He opened up his eyes a little as he asked. “So… are you gay or straight?”
Crud almost stopped in his tracks. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, in the past you were a… prostitute? Were you seeing men exclusively?”
“Oh, that.” Crud shrugged. “We bitches were seeing both men and women. Some weeks more male clients would show up, some weeks more females.”
“No female prostitutes?” Steam asked.
“No, there wasn’t a high demand for females, though sometimes the bitches and I would pine for a chick bitch to bang after hours. You know, when we got tired of Wants-ler jumping our bones.”
“Oh… you were… very active?”
“It’s part of the job,” Crud explained with a shrug. “But, that’s in the past. The brothel is closed, and I’m a bitch no more.”
“And what do you do when you have those urges?”
“I do what normal people do: I jerk off.” Crud couldn’t help but ask, “What do you do when you have urges?”
Steampunk was silent, but Crud could almost see the blush rushing over his face. Crud let some time pass, moving his hands down to his lower back.
“You can say it.” Crud let another moment pass before he softly commented, “You know… I know about the robot’s dick.”
“What?” Steampunk rolled over onto his side. “How do you know about that?”
“Wants-ler pantsed him after he crashed through our roof,” Crud explained as he lowered Steam back down. “It’s okay, I stopped him from anything he was thinking.”
“I am glad.” Steampunk laid his head on the pillow and pouted. “I am not sleeping with my robot,” he grumbled.
Crud could feel the tension rising in Steam’s back muscles. Stress from work and that robot is one thing, but Steam is still a lonely man. He has needs. He still won’t say how he’s relieving them, but a back massage isn’t enough.
Steampunk let out a moan of relief as Crud massaged his lower back, just right above his ass.
Crud grinned. Maybe it is enough.
Taking a chance, Crud kept massaging the lower back as he leaned down against Steampunk’s neck. He enjoyed the sight of goose bumps prickling up on the back of Steam’s neck just at the feeling of Crud’s hot breath. Taking the initiative, Crud leaned in and gave the bare neck a nice sweet kiss.
While his hands kept busying themselves with the massage, Crud kept his lips busy against Steam’s neck. The more Steam apparently didn’t notice, the more Crud got into it, the more Crud thought he could get away with. Soon he was licking, sucking, breathing deeply against his neck.
Crud’s eyes opened as he felt lips pressed against his. Steampunk, the timid little boy, rolled over on his side just far enough to kiss back. This did send Crud into a bit of shock, before he was in heaven.
Pressing into the kiss, Crud-ler wrapped his arms around Steampunk. Lost in the moment, Steampunk wrapped his arms tight around Crud, his hands rubbing so firmly that they crinkled up the back of Crud’s green vest. Crud could feel Steam moan as he rubbed his fingers through his hair.
Steampunk shivered as he felt that hot wet tongue enter his mouth. He was at a loss of what to do, but felt as if Crud knew as he swept his tongue against his, leading the way. Steampunk’s tongue wiggled, but more like he was just trying to find a place for it among all this madness.
Soon the moment became a mess, a hot steamy blur of a mess. All they could do was feel their hands groping and the heat rising.
Suddenly, Steampunk pulled back. His senses were slowly crawling back. He saw his whole body in an entanglement with Crud’s as he lay deep into the crumpled bedspreads of his bed. Steampunk was topless and Crud’s vest was missing, with his shirt untucked and almost unbuttoned. Their hair was a mess, their bodies were hot to the touch, and they were still holding each other close.
Crud looked down upon Steam, who had a blank shocked look upon his face. Crud smiled down, trying to hide his lust, as he waited for Steam’s next move.
“I…”
“Yes…?”
“…. I gotta go.” Steampunk broke out of Crud’s grasp and rolled out of bed. Crud jumped up to his feet just as Steampunk grabbed his shirt and vest and raced for the door.
Steampunk stumbled to a stop as he ran into the living room. Wants-ler and Bitch Onceler were by the couch when they looked back on Steampunk, hair a mess and clothes in his arms. Bitch Onceler’s face sank. “Oh, Steam, you didn’t…”
Crud ran up from behind Steampunk and told them, “A bitch doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Since when?” Onceler asked, seeing through that lie.
“Since bitch struck out,” Wants-ler replied.
“No!” Crud-ler spat.
Steampunk couldn’t help but stand there, his face growing red as he quietly put his shirt back on.
Trying to change the subject, Bitch Onceler offered, “Hey, before you go Steam, would you like something to eat? I baked plenty of chicken.”
Steam wasn’t sure what to say. He came over for a massage, that ended in a make out session, and now people are offering him dinner? His scattered thoughts broke as he felt Crud’s arm drape over his shoulder.
“Come on, join us for dinner,” Crud offered with a warm smile. “Bitch knows how to fry up a mean chicken.”
After growing tired of listening to Steampunk Onceler complain about how much he sucks, Crud-ler decides to do the “friendly” thing to calm his nerves.
Rated R, a lite R, but, it’s an R
I had a day from hell, as my followers can tell. So, based on what happened on Steampunk’s ask blog, I decided to write something to vent my feels for the ship and… well… you know how I say I’m too nervous to write porn? I was THIS Close to the porn, people! This close! See how close my fingers are? Dammit, those fingers are close.
As an added bonus, it begins with Pimp’s bitches. (You know how my watchers loves them bitches).
and you could say there's hints of steamcest in there somewhere
“You almost done with your break, bitch?”
Crud-ler glanced up from his beer. He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the kitchen table. “Just five more minutes.”
Bitch Onceler glared over the large box he was carrying in through the apartment door. “Oh, by all means. You had a fairly busy day. I mean, while I ran off to rent an apartment and Wants-ler goes to rent a moving van, you celebrate losing your job by changing your name. And really? Crud-ler? That’s your step up from Bitch Greedler?”
“I’m not a bitch no more,” Crud said as he hoisted his can into the air in a playful toast.
“So you decide to be a piece of shit, very nice.” Onceler’s voice grew sourer as he began to lose his grip on the cardboard box. “Dammit, Wants-ler! What the fuck is in this box?” He immediately dropped the thing like a rock as the box suddenly sprang to life in a chorus of violent vibrations.
Wants-ler leaped out of the hallway from his newly claimed bedroom. “My babies!” he cried as he clawed the box open and checked on a handful of vibrators for any damage.
Crud-ler couldn’t help but laugh. He tossed the can over his shoulder and crossed the bare-boned kitchen to the fridge, stocked with only a six pack of beer.
Bitch Onceler pouted. “You think this is funny? We just lost our jobs as whores, and now we’re rooming with the horniest, dirtiest, foulest, naughtiest sex hound in the brothel,” Onceler explained as he pointed to Wants-ler. “Guess who’s gonna get literally fucked?” He then pointed to himself and Crud-ler. “Every fucking night!”
“You say that as it’s a bad thing,” Crud shrugged.
“Let’s see you joking when Wants-ler has you pinned with his dick up your-“
CRASH!!
Everyone took one giant step back, especially Crud-ler, as the ceiling suddenly caved in onto the kitchen table.
It took a minute for Crud-ler to finally blink, seeing as he was seconds from being in the thick of… what the hell just happened, exactly?
Wants-ler was the first to investigate the rubble. As the dust cleared, Wants-ler happily declared, “Oh look! Someone sent us a sex doll!”
“I… don’t think that’s a sex doll, bitch,” Onceler replied, though still puzzled at the large object that has totally flattened their kitchen table.
Slowly, Crud-ler leaned over to investigate the object. It looked like a person… yeah, it definitely was at least designed as a person. The poor thing was shaking, releasing sparks and oil from its open wounds. A wily grin grew on Crud’s face… oh, he knows exactly what this thing is.
“Whatever it is, it comes with its own lube,” Wants-ler explained as he climbed over the object. “And it has pants. Does it have a dick?” Without any hesitation, Wants-ler quickly grabbed the waist and pulled down the slacks. His face lit up like Christmas. “OH! It does!!”
Immediately, Crud scooped up the automaton and pulled up its trousers. “Hey bitches, I know who this thing belongs to. Give me a few minutes, I’ll drop it off and be right back.” He turned to Onceler, who was not trusting Crud as far as he can throw him. “If I’m not back in an hour, I’ll let Wants-ler have at me.”
Onceler shrugged. “Yeah all right. But you got one hour.”
~~
Steampunk Onceler frantically packed up his backpack. He didn’t even know what tools he was grabbing, he just grabbed at random. He wasn’t focused on what tools to pack anyway. He was focused on finding Greedler, wherever that robot landed.
He glanced out the window. He still remembers the gradual vicinity where Greedler crashed, but without the billow of smoke he can’t pinpoint it. Ugh, you idiot, Steampunk thought to himself, why’d you have to program him to fly? What robot needs to fly??
Steampunk hung the backpack over his shoulder and ran for the door. As he reached for the knob, the door suddenly opened on its own!
Standing in the doorway was Crud-ler, with a battered and ‘unconscious’ Greedler dangling from his shoulder. “Steam, guess who ruined our roof?”
Steampunk gasped, placing both hands to his gaping mouth. He watched in almost horror as the robot twitched and sparked and bled oil, but remained unresponsive. “Oh my gosh!” He quickly grabbed Greedler and carried him inside, almost bridal carry style.
With the door left open, Crud casually let himself in. He quietly closed the door behind him as he eyed the steampunk motif lining every square inch of the room. “Nice place you got here. Makes our apartment look like a dump.”
There was no response from the next room. At least until the sounds of clanking metal and whirring gears began to roar. Curiouser and curiouser, Crud-ler approached the door and peered inside.
Steampunk’s workshop was nothing but organized chaos. The floors were clear, but there were piles of scrap metal and blueprints along the walls. The lighting in the room was scattered, the brightest light loomed over the workbench that Steampunk did most of his work, and was doing quick work right now. The air had a thick stench of oil, but not overbearing. In one corner of the room sat a bed covered in oily thneeds next to a generator.
“Seriously?” Crud-ler couldn’t help but loudly point out. “The robot has a bed?”
“Damages are not that critical,” Steampunk replied, obviously answering his own questions and not Crud’s. It took a moment, but Steampunk finally exhaled a sigh of relief. “I can fix him.”
“Good,” Crud replied with a soft smile. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to worry about?” Steampunk began to act up again, frantically grabbing parts and blueprints. “There’s plenty to be worried about. Axles are snapped. Gears are shot. Wires are severed. I barely even contained the oil leak.” The blueprints crinkled in Steam’s hands. “And what’s worse! His voice box is in disrepair! I thought I had it so close to working last night and… and…” Steampunk sank deep into his desk chair. He let go of his grip on the tools and placed his greasy hands on his face.
Crud approached the workbench. He let a milky white finger roll along the greasy metal bench top as he looked over the robot. This Greedler had metal falling off of him in some places, and little sparks periodically flickered underneath his bronze pointy jaws. One lens of the goggles was lifted up, revealing the green glass eye underneath. It stared straight up into the ceiling, but remained dark and dormant, ‘unconscious’ as some would say. But, it didn’t look so bad. In fact, it looked much better than it did moments ago. Whatever Steam did, it was quick, and impressive.
A quiet sniffling caught Crud’s ear. He wiped his finger off on the robot’s tattered coat as he looked down at Steampunk. “Are you… crying?”
Steampunk wiped the tears from his eyes, leaving a thick black smudge on his cheeks. “It’s all my fault,” he sobbed. “My mom was right. Why can’t I do anything right?”
“Jesus, relax,” Crud replied. “It’s just a robot.”
“He’s not just a robot,” Steam replied, with anger and passion in his throat. “He’s my creation. I made him perfect, to the very last detail. Then I did something stupid as making him fly-“
“Dude, you made him fly?”
“Yeah.” Steampunk sniffled as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Some anon asked if he could fly and, I just had to see if I could add rockets into his shoes.”
“Rocket shoes?” Crud leaned against the workbench, he was quite impressed. “Damn!”
“Yeah, but Greedler became too cocky and he tried to do some stunts. Then he grew unstable from the wind resistance and he went down in a…” Steampunk couldn’t finish his sentence, let alone picture it again, as he buried his face in his thick work gloved hands.
Crud’s face fell. For once, he didn’t feel snarky or an ass about someone crying. For about a minute, when that grin of his flushed across his face. “Hey, it’ll be alright,” he said coolly, as he crept behind Steampunk’s chair.
Steampunk sniffled, trying to calm down. “Sorry… I know he will be fine, but sometimes… this is too hard to handle, and stay calm…”
Steampunk paused as he felt long fingers knead firmly against his shoulders. “Uh… Greedler?”
“It’s Crud-ler, now,” Crud replied as he continued to massage Steam’s shoulders. “And damn, do you feel tense.”
Steam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Really? Crud-ler?”
“Shut up.”
Steam’s chuckles faded as he grew more nervous. I mean, he’s heard of this man, and who he was, or is. But, he did have a magic touch when it came to massages. And he didn’t even ask, he just went right to it. It made Steam sweat nervously, but he couldn’t help to close his baby blue eyes in sweet relaxation.
Crud could feel every knot of stress on this man. Every muscle seemed to bear years of worries and woes, and late nights at work, and mornings fueled by coffee. With his hands kneading ever so perfectly, Crud slinked his way down to Steam’s upper back.
“Oh shit, you have quite a knot back here.” Crud barely got a murmur out of Steam, the inventor was lost in bliss. Wow, how long has it been since this man relaxed? Softly, Crud pulled on the back of Steampunk’s vest to untuck his shirt. The fabric of both vest and shirt felt thick, how can steampunk people breathe in these outfits? Crud tried to ignore that thought as he crept his hand underneath Steampunk’s shirt.
A little moan rolled in Steampunk’s throat as he felt Crud’s firm yet smooth hands rub the tension out of his back. He could feel the man try hard not to scratch him with those long black fingernails of his. Why does a man need such nails? They look like claws. Then again, Steam did make a robot with a striking resemblance to himself, so maybe he should open up his mind a little bit.
As every muscle in his back unknotted, Steam’s brow began to nervously furrow. “Uh, you’re going a little low there, Crud-ler.”
The chair suddenly spun around, sending Steampunk face to face with Crud-ler. Steampunk’s eyes grew wide as he saw that face, complete with Crud’s charming eyes and wicked grin.
“I think you just need to relax. A LOT more.”
Crud leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Steampunk’s lips.
Steampunk’s eyes were bright with shock. He squirmed in his chair, but didn’t squirm much as Crud-ler’s hand wrapped around his wrist, pinning it down. Crud’s other hand curled over the back of Steampunk’s head, pinning him face to face, nose to nose, lip to lip.
The close contact was loosened just enough for Steampunk to finally speak. “Crud,” Steampunk gasped. “Greedler’s right there.”
Crud-ler playfully shrugged it off. “I’m sure he’s too busy with his nap.”
“He’s not napping, he’s-“ Steam got cut off when he felt Crud lean in for another kiss. The feeling of Crud’s tongue slinking down Steam’s throat caused the man to jump, making both of them tumble out of the desk chair as it rolled out from underneath them.
Crud was on his hands and knees first, crawling towards Steam with those eyes washed in hunger and lust. His lips were stained with oil, and wet with their saliva.
Nervous, and almost frightened, Steampunk scooted back, away from Crud. But, Crud kept approaching. “L-look, Crud-ler, I-I appreciate th-the massage and- but I-I am not sure about th-the-“ Steampunk froze as he felt the pricking touch of a scrap pile poke him in the back. Steampunk was trapped. “Oh, crud.”
Crud hissed, “Yes?” as he leaned in for another kiss.
Steam could feel the firm grip of Crud’s hand wrap around his arm. He could feel his slender fingers thread into his greasy hair. He could feel that tongue roll against his, and the taste of oil creep into their mouths. If he wasn’t so shocked, this could feel quite relaxing.
But what really set him on edge was feeling Crud-ler’s legs brush against his thighs as he began to straddle him. No. Pin his legs down.
He was completely trapped. He was in Crud’s grasp.
Crud could feel the shallow breathing beating in Steampunk’s chest. Curiously, and playfully, Crud slipped his hand under Steam’s shirt and let it rest on his bare chest. He grinned wickedly as he felt that heat, that warm enticing body heat.
“What do you have to be so nervous about?” he asked as he began to rub his hand slowly across Steam’s chest. “You a virgin at this?
Steam’s response was tightly closed eyes and heavy breathing.
Crud decided to enjoy a few minutes of that. He rested his hand against the small of Steam’s back, pressing him close. He watched intently, nose to nose, as he continued to stroke Steam’s chest.
“It’s that robot, isn’t it?” Crud finally asked.
Still, gasping was his response.
“You worried Greedler would be jealous?”
Steampunk opened his eyes, just a little bit, to stare back at Crud.
Crud smirked. “Those stupid fanfics are true, aren’t they? You are fucking him?”
“What? NO!!” Steampunk tried to push Crud away, but Crud just held him closer. “That’s sick! How could you even think that?”
“You are a lonely inventor, aren’t you?” Crud replied. “Haven’t had much human contact outside of the workshop?”
Steampunk opened his mouth for rebuttal, then sheepishly closed it.
Crud revealed his own white jagged smile. “Let me show you what a human touch feels like…”
His hand slowly fell from his chest, brushing down his stomach, down his abs, and onto the crotch of Steam’s pants. Steampunk almost screamed, but it was muffled by Crud’s tongue slinking down his throat. Trying desperately to escape, Steam nipped at Crud’s tongue.
“Ow!” Crud pulled his head back, spitting out his rage. “You kinky little bastard!”
“Crud! Let me go! This is… is…”
Crud was busily kneading at Steam’s crotch the whole time. Steampunk’s eyes were wide, as if he was in a loss between this embarrassing handling and this growing sensation.
“Ah, there we are,” Crud smirked. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“No,” Steampunk whispered. “Can’t… I can’t…” His body stated something different, as his legs began to buck up underneath Crud.
Using his legs, Crud carefully pried Steampunk’s legs apart. He kneeled between Steampunk’s legs and leaned in closer, beginning to rub each of his milky white fingers between the length underneath the fabric of Steam’s trousers.
Crud watched as Steam was becoming flustered, his mind telling him to fight it while his body began to melt into submission. “Shh,” Crud whispered. “It’s okay. It’s just a little massage.”
“It’s not a massage,” Steampunk whispered back.
“It’s still a way to relax.”
“You mean release.”
Crud laughed to himself. “Oh, so you DO know what’s going on here.”
Steampunk’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Shut up.”
Steam’s knees began to bend in, tightening Crud closer into Steam. Crud grinned, his pointed teeth peering out under his lips. “There we go,” he almost hummed. “Now we’re getting relaxed.”
“Crud-ler please, I need to get back to repair- air…” Steam could barely breathe as he felt his body tingle, tremble at the touch.
Feeling the chill run through Steam’s body, Crud could almost grin with satisfaction. He stopped kneading just long enough to unbutton Steam’s slacks. Steam made a noise, almost in protest, but it came out in a slight moan.
That close? Already? I hope not, Crud thought as he noticed the boxers were barely tenting. He went back to tracing his fingers along both sides of the length, feeling it pulse and tense with every brush.
Steam’s breath became heavy, as if he couldn’t stop fighting it anymore. But his arms were too heavy, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself in the moment. Reaching for something, his hand barely crept and flopped tiredly on top of Crud’s hand that was planted firmly into the ground.
Crud was surprised at first, then displayed that shark toothed smile of his. He leaned in and nuzzled at Steam’s neck for just a second, but then began to suckle deeply onto the tender skin. Steam exhaled as he felt the hot lapping of Crud’s tongue, along with the gentle touch of his black fingertips on the tip of his tenting erection.
“Is anybody home?”
Crud’s head shot straight up as Steampunk froze in complete shock. “Who the fuck is that?”
“N-N-Norma,” Steampunk stammered.
“Why the fuck is she here?”
“Shh! She’ll hear you.” As if he was finally snapped out of a daze, Steampunk looked down at Crud’s hand on his crotch. “She can’t see us in here like this!” he whispered as he pushed Crud off of him.
“Once-Leeer~”
Crud-ler barely cracked the door open to peer into the other room. He saw Norma stepping into the house, followed by a young Ted trying desperately to drag her heavy suitcase in. “You’re fucking her too?”
“She’s a friend, and not THAT kind of friend,” Steampunk replied as he climbed onto his feet. “Now get out of here.”
Crud looked out the door once more to calculate the precise time to run. This isn’t the first time he snuck out of a house unnoticed, and it damn well isn’t going to be his last. Just before he made his move, he quickly asked, “You want me to come back later and finish that?”
Steampunk’s face grew redder as he covered his crotch. “Get out!”
“What?”
“Not you, Norma!”
While Norma was distracted, Crud quickly opened the door and hid between the door and the wall. With the door open, Steampunk began to race for the stairs in the other room.
“Oncie?”
Steampunk froze with his foot on the first step. His back was turned to Norma, and he had a hand covering the side of his flushed face.
While Norma and Ted were distracted, Crud-ler took the moment to quickly abscound himself out of the house.
“S-sorry Norma. Please come in,” Steampunk offered, keeping his back turned as he walked up the stairs. “Make yourself at home.”
“Oncie,” Norma asked worryingly, “are you…”
“I just need a rest.”
Steampunk made his way upstairs and into his bedroom. He locked the door behind him, then leaned up against it in a big heavy sigh. He stood there with his eyes closed, listening to the clock on the wall ticking, matching the throbbing in his tenting trousers. With a defeated, embarrassed face, Steampunk sat down on the side of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and began to take attention to the growth tenting uncomfortably in his boxers.
Well, this was a fairly unorthodox “break” from work.
