"Tell me if this does anything," Sam said, clicking a button on the console.
A few seconds passed, during which nothing happened. None of the indicator lights came to life. No whirring noises or other sounds that would prompt a reaction from the machine. Completely dead.
"Nope," Techno said. He rubbed his face. "Guess I'm just broken forever." He added a laugh at the end, like he wasn't taking it seriously.
Sam didn't reply. He was squinting at the console, and the blueprints laid out before him. Working on a construct he hadn't designed was one of his least favorite things. Normally, he wouldn't even consider doing a job like this. But he owed Techno a favor.
"Let's try something else," he said. He walked back to where Techno was sitting, a treatment chair Sam stole from a derelict hospital. Sam was not a doctor. He was an engineer. But in this day and age, humanity and cybernetics had crossed over so much, he definitely felt like a medical professional. He worked on flesh more often than he cared to admit.
Just flesh interwoven with wires and metal and sensors. Like Techno's body.
"Bend forward," Sam said curtly. Some would describe him as a man of few words. Techno did lean over, pulling his long hair over his shoulder to be out of the way of his naked back. Sam carefully traced his fingers over Techno's spine, feeling the slight indents of the implants. They ran along Techno's spinal nerve all the way down to a few inches above his tailbone, where Techno had been cut in half.
Something that would have been deadly in the past, but Techno survived because of a new procedure. From the hip down, he was mechanical. A cyborg, they'd call it in the old sci-fi books written before the future became the present.
The issue with being a cyborg was that mechanical failures were an entirely different ballpark from medical emergencies.
The implants in Techno's spinal nerve were supposed to keep him in control of the lower half of his body, but if they malfunctioned, as they were currently, he couldn't move his legs at all, or feel anything.
Sam readjusted some of the plugs he'd put into the implants. Techno hissed when his fingers were near them. The area was sensitive.
"Let me try something else," Sam said. Techno nodded.
"Whatever you think will help."
The two of them didn't often interact. They didn't get along either, they were too different from each other as people. But Sam was the only one with the skills to help Techno. And thus, Techno made himself useful from time to time so Sam would owe him one.
He returned to his consoles and flicked a few switches. Perhaps a stronger electrical current would gain better results. He needed to restore the connection somehow, since it was still physically there, just not currently conducting the wanted signals.
For the first few seconds, Techno didn't react. But then Sam turned the dial, gradually increasing the electric current he was using to try and stimulate the mechanic nerve endings again. Techno shifted, exhaling.
"Something's working," he said.
"I don't see any feedback yet," Sam answered. The indicator wasn't showing much change. "What do you feel?"
"I'm not sure-" Techno started, until Sam turned the dial another quarter turn, and then he gasped softly. "It tingles."
"Tingles?" Sam asked. He supposed even the fake nerve endings could create such stimuli.
"It feels weird," Techno said.
"Does it hurt?"
Techno shook his head. He shifted again. Sam got the distinct impression he would be squirming, if he had enough control over the lower half of his body to do so.
"Uncomfortable?" he checked.
Another shake of the head. "Just weird."
"Let's keep going then." Sam turned the dial further. He saw Techno flex his fingers against the edge of the chair. The heart rate monitor picked up, showing that Techno's pulse was going quicker than before. But Sam was more interested in the machine in front of him. Finally, he could see the signals. Back and forth, up and down. Something he was doing was working.
Maybe the conduits were just clogged.
He turned the dial up further. The electricity was definitely not coming through as strongly as it should, yet there was some reaction, an utterly fascinating result. As long as Techno's lower body was stimulated, that was good. The connection could clear itself out if Sam kept going long enough.
So he turned the dial again and heard Techno moan loudly.
Sam's head shot up, in stark contrast with Techno's own that had fallen to his chest. A chest that was rising and falling quickly, with a red flush that crept all the way up to Techno's cheeks. His mouth hung a little open, and his fingers were rhythmically massaging against the chair's armrest.
"Did I hurt you?" Sam asked. Though, he had a fair idea something else was happening.
"No," Techno said quickly. "It's okay. Keep going. It's working."
"I know it's working," Sam said. He could see the evidence of that in front of himself.
But he did turn the dial some more. Techno groaned, his breathing turning into short little pants. Sam knew that Techno lost certain... physical aspects of his lower body. Nobody was going to put a dick on a cybernetic prosthetic, even if that prosthetic included everything below the hip. But the stimulation for sexual pleasure went from the nerves straight up to the brain. Sam never thought it could be mimicked in another way aside from touch.
And from the looks of Techno, quite effectively.
He was making a decent effort of keeping his noises down, to sit still while the stimuli must be coursing straight through him. Sam decided to leave the man his dignity, not mentioning what was about to happen, as he turned the dial up to the highest setting, hoping it would also clear the conduits fully.
Techno cried out, sudden and sharp, before muffling it into another smothered moan. His body bucked one, lifting off the chair before he fell back into it. Sam turned the machine off.
"Do you feel your legs again?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," Techno said. "Thanks."
Sam smiled. "Anytime. You know where to find me if you ever need another treatment."
Sam walked into the party Schlatt and Quackity- two of the richest guys at their school- were throwing, expecting to get drunk, but not to get swept into a round of weird kinky public sex with the hottest guy in town. He isn't complaining, just surprised.
[College AU Party Gangbang]
Ship: Quackity/Jschlatt/Sam/Technoblade
Dubcon, Foursome, College AU, Drugs and Alcohol, Marijuana, Fucking Under The Influence, Public Sex, Trans Technoblade, Public Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Double vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Stomach Bulge, Cum Inflation, Implied Gangbang, Degradation
Warnings: Use of the words Cuntboy, Whore, Slut, and Cumslut; Implied Reference to Steroids
The party was loud, certainly. The music, shouting, and laughter seemed to echo off the tile in the front hall, flowing with the waves of people holding plastic cups. Sam couldn't decide if Schlatt would've wanted people to take their shoes off at the door or not, but from the amount of partygoers he saw with their muddy boots propped up on furniture like animals, he didn't think he needed to.
It was a tight squeeze between drunk and/or dancing college students to get to the main living room- and how rich did they have to be to have two living rooms on the same floor?- but the music seemed slightly quieter in the bigger room. Though that might have been from the smoke floating through the air, a mix of various kinds of nicotine and weed practically pouring from the circular, lowered seating area in the middle of the room.
Looking over the conversation pit, Sam froze, the sight almost not making sense to him. The circle was big, all lounging around a low table covered in colorful glass and paper, loose electronic pens and vapes, and the odd container of wax or herbs. He could see, in the corner of his tunneled vision, a blunt being passed from person to person, but what had him stuck in place was the gorgeous historical lit major being clumsily manhandled into someone's lap.
Sam watched dusty pink hair being pulled, a handhold keeping Techno in place as he breathed the smoke from another person’s lips; Wisps of curling fog framed his face, the rest exhaled as he tipped his head back to allow the person caging him in their lap to kiss and bite at his neck. Techno’s eyes were clouded, a lazy smile on his face as if he were barely paying attention to the hands on him but enjoying it all the same.
“Come on, don't hog the whore!” Another person shouted, laughing, and pulled the pink-haired man by the arm to bring him halfway into their hold- only really succeeding at splaying him sideways across three peoples legs. Techno’s outfit- a tight, sleeveless turtleneck and an asymmetrical black skirt that he assumed was supposed to be covering his lacy black underwear and thigh-high socks- was heavily askew, his skin shining in the shifting party lights from both a light sheen of sweat and some kind of glitter.
A hand landed heavy on Sam’s shoulder, startling him out of his trance, and he turned to find Schlatt- one of the party’s hosts- grinning at him, one arm around his shoulders and the other holding a glass of whiskey in the direction of the circle.
“Enjoying the show, huh officer?” The shorter man barked a laugh, and Sam winced at the joke; He was in Criminal Justice, but everyone seemed to insist on joking that he’d be a cop like his father. Schlatt swung his glass towards the conversation pit with a smile that meant trouble, and his guest pointedly did not look. “Yeah, he’s pretty ain't he? I can introduce you, if ya like.”
Before he even had a chance to answer, Sam was being pulled towards the circle, his embarrassed protests dying quietly when he turned back to see Quackity lifting his head from between Techno’s legs, that expensive-looking lacy black underwear hanging on Techno’s ankle where it rested over Quackity’s shoulder. At least two other people had their hands on the pink-haired man, holding his arms and groping where they could reach.
Sam was entranced, watching someone tilt Techno’s head back to drink a shot from their mouth, his eyes following a drop that slowly slipped from the corner of those gorgeous, rosy, soft looking lips down his chin and throat, disappearing in the dark fabric of his shirt; But it was so easy to imagine it continuing lower, pooling in his collarbone-
Suddenly Schlatt was in his vision- in the way- and Sam had only a moment to realize he’d shoved a glass against the law-student’s slack lips, already tipping it. It was definitely not a drink Sam enjoyed, what with the almost choking on it, and certainly not something he’d had before. It was smoky, under a taste that reminded him of rubbing alcohol.
At least the pushy business major let him finish coughing before dragging him down to sit on the ledge above the pit.
“Come on, move-” is growled at a few of the stoners that were moving too slow for Schlatt’s taste, apparently. In the moment of clarity, Sam could see space on the table in front of him being cleared, where Schlatt sat down before Techno was placed in his lap. Quackity winked as he stepped back, not-very-discreetly shoving something into his pocket.
When Sam’s eyes fell on Techno again, he almost forgot how to breathe; Schlatt had spread the pink-haired beauty’s legs on either side of his, pussy dripping on full display as thick fingers pressed inside and spread it open. Techno’s head was tossed back, whining and moaning obscenely.
“Like I said, really fuckin' pretty.” He can vaguely register Schlatt saying, free hand circling Techno’s throat and highlighting the amount of bruises and bites covering it and trailing further down his shoulders, his chest, even his hips and thighs. He could swear some were positioned perfectly together to look like Q's, like he’d nibbled and sucked his first initial into the skin. Schlatt watched him stare, looking pleased, and kept working those entrancing sounds out of the pink-haired man on his lap.
Sam was almost certain Techno was some kind of siren, some fantasy creature whose presence alone put him in a daze, pulled him in until all he could focus on was that long and silky, soft looking hair; The beautiful whining noise he made when fingers pressed deeper, rougher. The tiny, dazzling shimmer on his skin and the tears clinging to his lashes. He had no intention of tearing his eyes away, already rock hard in his jeans.
The only reason he allowed a shot glass to be pressed to his lips this time was because Quackity had the good sense to stay out of his way, sitting beside him instead of interrupting the show. This drink burned less, and he recognized the taste of lemonade flavored vodka.
Whatever Schlatt had given him was hitting hard, making his vision swirl, but it made it so much easier to lean back and try to memorize how Techno looked right now. Shivering and twitching, gasping as fingers finally withdrew.
Then the pretty, shaking thing was being lifted up and Quackity hurried Sam to undress and move down to the more comfortable seating- “Take off your belt, come on!”- before an extremely pretty boy was placed into his lap. The way Techno’s arms came up to loop around his shoulders made his heart skip a beat. This close, he could see Techno’s dilated pupils, smell the smoke on his clothes and the alcohol on his breath.
Without a second thought, Sam pulled the other man forward and kissed him like a man starved, groaning at the cinnamon taste on his tongue. Techno melted into it, sighing quietly every time they pulled back for breath.
“Well, gonna put your dick in him or what?” He heard Schlatt ask, chuckling as he pulled Techno’s head back to tip another shot glass into his mouth; Techno drank it down easily.
He didn't have to ask twice, Sam leaning forward to suck at one of the few patches of unmarred skin on Techno’s throat as he moves his hands to the source of the growing wet spot on his pants. The man in his arms whined as his fingers explored that wet slit, his hips moving on their own in search of friction. And when he was lifted just enough to line up the tip of Sam’s red, weeping cock, burying it deep in one thrust, he moaned so sinfully it'd put a pornstar to shame.
“Fuuuck, so warm…” Sam breathed, breath catching as Techno started to ride him in a slow, clumsy rhythm. His own clumsy hands on the other's waist tried to guide his thrusting but everything felt so fuzzy and intense it was almost overwhelming. The sight of Schlatt forcing Techno’s head back to explore his mouth in a heated, possessive kiss was backlit by colorful lights like a renaissance painting, the latter’s long hair a bouncing curtain as they moved.
His tight, soft walls are warm, Sam groaning in soft gasps at the sensation of them gliding along his shaft until Quackity turns his head, pressing their own lips together with a dense cloud of smoke in his mouth; He knew what to do, using the inhale to take the smoke from his breath. Did he care what it was at this point? This was a dizzying whirl of bliss.
They made out a bit more while Schlatt took charge of their rhythm, gripping Techno’s hips firmly and shoving his hold onto the other intoxicated man's dick, himself grinding against the pinkette’s ass. And Techno was eating it up greedily, shaking and moaning where he was being held in their rough hands. His mind was so clouded by what he’d been fed all night, his skin explored by person after person like a toy.
The thrusting didn't pause even as he came, Sam groaning low in his chest as the tight, pulsing stimulation pushed him over the edge as well.
Somewhere in his limited coherent thoughts, the part that was still hanging onto the knowledge that they were in the middle of a crowd at a party, all drunk or high or a growing combination of the two, so immensely close to graduating college and -the one that he almost manages to convince himself is important as the desperate, sweaty movement of their bodies pauses for a moment- not wearing protection.
“Fuckin’- Come here-” Schlatt barks, voice wavering from his own laboured panting, and suddenly Sam is on his back on the floor with Techno’s chest pressed to his own. Oh- He thought fleetingly- Schlatt just lifted them both at the same time. Maybe the campus police were right to search him so often, that wasn't normal-
For a few minutes of his eyes being blissfully closed, his dick softening a bit where it throbbed, resting inside Techno’s hole as the both recovered from their climax, twitching in each other's arms. Then he tried to get his bearings, the slim beauty atop him being pulled up again; Schlatt held his arms back, both wrists held in his one hand, and used the other to press a slick, wet finger into the remaining space where Sam’s length was pressed into Techno’s sloppy cunt.
Quackity had moved back, too, and was now kneeling almost above his head, grinning deviously with his dick hanging out of his pants. The reason made clear when silky pink hair curtained over half of Sam’s vision, the head of the shorter man’s dick pressing between Techno’s lips as he was guided by the back of his head. Q’s knees shuffled minutely to fill his throat further and Sam gulped, watching the bulge in the slender throat of the man above him move with strobing color reflecting on the jewels of sweat and glitter on the skin.
Sam resisted the urge to kick or squirm, jaw clenched as he was overstimulated by the steadily increasing number of fingers alongside his half-hard dick in Techno’s pussy. He struggled to think of why Schlatt would need to stretch Techno more- but from the moans and sobs he was letting out between choking on the weight in his mouth, the entrancing, intoxicated whore seemed to be enjoying it.
It was only when Schlatt pressed the head of his own cock-thicker than his own- to Techno’s messily stretched pussy, that he realized this was probably not how he would've expected his first kinky, fucked-up foursome to happen.
It was a chain reaction as Schlatt pressed in, solid and hot against Sam’s as it too hardened again; Sam shouted in overstimulation, while Techno let out a long, stuttering whine around Quackity’s length in his throat- Quackity hissing and moving his hips in a slow circle, the slack mouth pulled back and forth as Schlatt sunk into The already stretched and stuffed hole. The bigger man groaned obscenities, tilting his head back as he finally bottomed out, everyone panting for the spare few moments of stillness.
Through the haze of drunkenness and the steadily increasing high from whatever Quackitty had kissed into his lungs like life, Sam noticed two things as his ears vaguely registered a few shouts and hollers, even some clapping, from the party around him; first, it appeared a circle had formed around them, various intoxicated onlookers cheering on the display.
And secondly, Sam opened his eyes and slurred, “Holy fuck, that’s hot…” as his eyes locked onto the bulge in Techno’s lower stomach, which began to move in tandem with the two long, thick cocks in Techno’s spasming cunt when Schlatt pulled his arms and waist again, rocking him as he guided their sweaty display into a rough and dominating pace.
“Yeah, fuckin take it, you slut-” Schlatt growled, sneering at their shared partner, voice raspy, “Breed ya like a whore, top-shelf fucking cumslut, holy fuck-!”
Quackity was rasping curses, hands wrapped around the tight throat he was thrusting into, nails digging into the skin. “So good, shit- Swallow it, baby~”
Sam struggled to keep his composure, practically delirious in the flurry of motion and feeling, color and sound. But as he saw thin tear-tracks run down Techno’s reddened cheeks, felt them drip onto his own face, he reached up to brush the tears away with one hand, the other pressed to that moving bulge in his soft tummy; He gasped and rambled how pretty, how hot he was like this. How fucking good it felt, holy shit-
Quackity finished first, half down Techno’s tight throat and half across his face, looking proud of the sight as he pulled away. Then Schlatt’s cock pulsed, pumping thick cum deep into Techno’s hole and continuing to shove and pull his hips through it. Sam and Techno climaxed as the latter was finally forced to the base of their combined lengths, the hot sperm mixing and stretching his stomach out as his womb was filled.
The world came back in disorienting waves as Techno was collapsed onto Sam’s prone body, descent interrupted by Schlatt clicking his tongue with a lazy grin and picking the pinkette’s hips up, pressing a large and shining plug into his twitching hole as soon as their cocks slipped out of it.
“Can't let that leak, you still got a whole lot of cocks to milk, cumdump.” He said, laughing as he loosened the tie around the collar of his disheveled suit, shoving Techno’s limp and trembling body to the grasping hands on the next person in the circle and announcing to the rest of the watching party:
“Pass him around! We’re counting how many loads this cuntboy slut can fit in his stomach tonight!”
Sam was incredibly embarrassed that his boyfriend had put an ultimatum before him: either they'd finally have sex tonight or they'd break up. Well, it wasn't exactly framed that way, and Sam knew Techno didn't want to put him on the spot. If Sam had expressed genuine discomfort at the idea of having sex, Techno wouldn't be pushing him.
But the real issue was a bit more... sensitive.
"Hands up," Techno said curtly, tone leaving no room for argument.
Sam meekly did as he was told, raising his wrists above his head. Techno used a piece of nylon rope to tie them to the headboard, leaning forward where he was straddling Sam's hips. It rubbed their cocks together. Sam squirmed, but Techno squeezed his thighs together to get him to still.
"Are you sure-"
"Don't make me gag you too," Techno snapped. It made Sam's heart skip a beat.
Sitting back, Techno took them both in hand, though his fingers barely fit. Sam blushed, exhaling shakily.
The truth was that Sam was very well endowed. Like, very well endowed. He was also a virgin. He never had a relationship before meeting Techno in college. It took him weeks to build up to all the basic stuff. Holding hands, kissing, making out. Sam never got any better at doing those things in public either. He was affectionate behind closed doors, just not where others could see. Intimacy had taken a while, though Techno was always patient with him.
Until he discovered that Sam wasn't holding off because he didn't want to have sex.
No, Sam was holding back because he was terrified of hurting Techno.
"You've been holding out on me," Techno said, letting go of his own dick in favor of lathering his full attention on Sam's, jerking him off slowly. "But this time, I'll get to enjoy all of this."
"Techno," Sam groaned, softly.
"I don't want to hear you call me that tonight," Techno said, scooting back so he could lean in. "Tonight, you can call me sir."
And then Techno's mouth was on his cock, hot and wet. Sam cried out, hips bucking upward to seek more. More of that pleasure, fingers fondling his balls. Techno could only take him halfway before choking, but he still tried. His tongue circled the head and Sam moaned.
When Techno pulled off, it was with a wet noise that rang in Sam's ears.
"Do you want to finally be inside me now?" Techno asked, faux sweet. He was reaching back, working his fingers inside himself, and Sam wished that he could see it. He wished those were his fingers. But he took peace with nodding rapidly instead.
"Y-yes-"
"Ask nicely," Techno said, chin tucked into his chest as he watched Sam with half-lidded eyes.
"Yes sir."
Techno grinned, pulling his fingers out. He braced his hand on Sam's stomach instead, using the other to grip him tightly, and started to sink down.
Sam threw his head back.
"Fuck," he groaned. Techno was tight, tighter than he ever thought possible. And so gorgeous, muscles tensed as he kept himself up, long hair framing his face and shoulders, mouth slightly agape. He slowly, so slowly, started to bounce up and down a bit, trying to get more of Sam's cock inside. But it was too big, and Sam could only be patient. That must be why Techno tied him up. Because Sam would love to take his hips and pull him down.
But he wasn't going to hurt Techno.
"Come on," Techno muttered to himself, getting Sam's cock a little deeper on every thrust. "Come on."
He bottomed out suddenly, the remaining half of Sam's cock sliding in just like that, and moaned loudly. Then he just sat there, kneading Sam's chest, panting.
"Tech-Sir?" Sam asked, softly, trying to keep still. He wanted to be good. He promised.
"You're huge," Techno said in awe, overwhelmed by the sheer feeling of having Sam inside him. "Oh god."
"I'm sorry?" Sam said.
"Don't be," Techno laughed. "It feels amazing."
Those simple words made something unwind in Sam's chest, pride. "Can I fuck you, sir?" he asked.
"Yeah," Techno answered. "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, fuck, yes." And he lifted himself up only to drop back down with a roll of his hips that had Sam seeing stars. He thrust up to meet it. Techno stuttered, clenching. Sam wanted to do that again, and again, and again.
Techno started slow, adjusting to being filled by all of Sam. His face twitched every time he came down, gasping as if it could punch the air out of him. But he quickly picked up the pace, until he was riding Sam in earnest, nails dragging down his skin.
"You really made me wait for it," Techno moaned, smiling. "Thought I couldn't take it? That's cute. I'll be having this every day for the rest of the year until you make it up to me."
"Yes sir," Sam huffed, lifting himself off the bed, pulling against the restraints. "Please, sir, please-"
"Give it to me," Techno grunted. He squeezed around Sam, took him to the hilt, and spilled wetness against his stomach. That was enough to push Sam over the edge too.
When they were done, both of them were breathing heavy.
"The rope," Sam asked. But Techno just grinned at him.
Sugar Daddy Sam? Do with that what you will I trust the quality of my favorite writers imagination 🙏
-cracks knuckles- Oh now you're speaking my language
Sam is a man with a very high-pressure job in a position of authority. A CEO would work, but I always like to make Sam have a job in law enforcement, or maybe a lawyer or prison director or something? Anything in that vein. He runs a tight ship, takes pride in his job, is very strict, very dedicated.
He's also a complete stick-in-the-mud.
Sam's birthday is coming up, and some of his friends think it's hilarious to gift Sam a little pick me up. Something they believe he very desperately needs, having next to no social life or hobbies.
They gift him a sex worker.
Well, they gift Sam one night with a sex worker. A younger man named Techno who is a starving artist and supplements his lifestyle with sex work on the side. Sam's initial reaction is some measure of embarrassment and disgust, but he hasn't gotten laid in ages and his friends assure him Techno will know exactly what he needs to get off, and also they already did pay Techno so like, it'd be a shame if he refuses. Sam gets semi-pressured into accepting the offer.
Techno and Sam meet up, and it's a little awkward for a hot minute, but Sam's friends weren't lying when they said Techno can provide exactly what Sam gets off on.
Because here's the thing, Techno will gladly do whatever his clients prefer, since they're the ones paying. But what he specializes in is bratting.
He's a bottom, and he's a sub, and he's very good at fighting his dom every step of the way, making them work for that submission, in a way that threads the line but never gets frustrating, and causes immense satisfaction in the dom when they do get Techno to bend over for them.
It's something Techno is good at and it's something he enjoys, and thus it's also the thing he's known for, with him basically building up a client base very specifically of people who are willing to pay for that kind of sexual experience.
Sam, surprising even himself, gets VERY into the scene.
Sam likes being in charge, but normally people don't push back on that, since he's literally their boss/above them and all. It's novel, in a way. The brazen defiance and carefree attitude, the way Techno will make fun of him. Techno's snarkiness and how he will retort on commands. How Techno isn't impressed by any of Sam's accomplishments, maybe even is dismissive of them because Techno - as a person, outside of the sex work - is an anarchist with a disregard for authority. They're opposites in a lot of ways. And Sam wants to grab Techno by the back of his neck, push him into the kitchen counter, fuck him until he's begging for more and calling Sam sir.
And Techno will let him. Not easily, but willingly.
That night stays on Sam's mind for a long, long time. He does have Techno's number, but he's still trying to cope with his own denial about how much gratification he got out of the encounter, and he has some hangups about being with a sex worker a second time. So while the urge to see Techno again strikes, he resists.
Until Sam has a very bad day at work, just a VERY shit day, and he's so pent up and angry, he impulsively calls Techno, who happens to be free that very night. And they go at it again, maybe even more vigorously than before.
Afterward, Techno says this can be a thing if Sam wants it to be. Sam calling him up whenever he's in a bad mood, Techno coming by to make it better. Sam shrugs it off, says he's not the type of person to enter into a relationship with a sex worker. Techno, a little amused, asks if Sam looks down on him for getting money in exchange for sex - which would make him a hypocrite considering he's the one paying. Sam, for the first time, takes a moment to examine that statement, and eventually admits frankly that paying for sex isn't entirely the issue. It's the idea that other people are also paying Techno for sex. Sam doesn't normally enjoy sharing.
Techno says that if Sam pays him well enough, he won't need to take other clients. He can just be Sam's personal whore.
Obviously, things spiral from there, from Sam and Techno merely having sex, to a more proper sugar relationship where Sam can also take Techno around as arm candy and on dates and such, paying him an allowance. And maybe some feelings actually blossom, idk, depends on if that's your cup of tea. But this is as much as I came up with for now o7
"Officer," Techno breathes, voice husky and low. "Have you ever heard of unlawful detainment?"
Sam has the audacity to laugh at him. "Pretty rich coming from you." His hand slides down Techno's back, over his ass and then across his thigh. "Any contraband today?"
"Wouldn't dream if it."
Fingers curl, pressing into the skin as Sam pins him more firmly against the wall, Techno's wrists held in one hand behind his back. "A liar and a thief," Sam muses. He has found the dagger strapped to Techno's leg beneath his cape and pulls it out, letting it fall to the ground.
Damn, that one is Techno's favorite.
"You wouldn't happen to be able to let me off with a warning today, would you?" he asks.
Sam laughs. Insufferable. Techno doesn't want to spend another night in jail. The royal guards are such a pain to deal with, Techno stays away from any crimes that end up putting him on their radar. He keeps to petty crime, pick pocketing, that sort of thing. He's not out to offend the crown, just to make his own life easier.
But Sam - head of the royal guard, eternal thorn in Techno's eye - has it out for him.
"A warning," Sam repeats his words back to him. "And then you'll behave?"
"Best behavior," Techno says, looking at Sam over his shoulder. "Promise."
"Somehow, I don't believe you."
Sam pushes him forward a bit, making Techno hiss when the action presses his cheek into the bricks. The alleyway is empty aside from them. Good. This would be rather embarrassing otherwise.
"I don't think you mind that much," Sam adds.
"How come?"
And then that hand slides to the front again, suddenly grasping Techno through his breeches. He bites his bottom lip.
"What has you aroused?" Sam asks lowly, "The fact I have you pinned in place or my hands?"
"Neither," Techno says. Sam makes a noise of curious amusement. "If it's anything, it's the uniform. I like a man in leather."
Pleased by that answer, Sam steps closed, warm chest now fully draped along Techno's back.
"At least you're finally being honest."
Sam rubs him slowly, the burning heat coiling up into Techno's gut as a response. It's really barely anything through the layers of his clothing, but Sam's touch is firm, and he can feel Sam's groin against him, and Techno knows he's not hiding his reactions as well as he should.
"I could arrest you and take you back to the barracks," Sam muses out loud, not stopping his hand. "Plenty of men in uniform there. The cadets have been training well, they deserve a reward. We could all have our fun with you."
The words make Techno's cheeks flush, the thought a little too much to bear. He and Sam, they've threaded this line before. But the guard was always too upstanding to take advantage.
"I-" Techno starts, unsure. But Sam beats him too it.
"Don't worry, thief. While I could do that, you're in luck." He releases Techno enough to turn him around, so they can be face-to-face. For a moment, Techno thinks Sam will let him go after all. That it was simply an attempt to scare him straight.
But then warm lips crash into his own, Sam switching to using his elbows to keep him in place against the wall. His tongue shoves its way into Techno's mouth. Techno's hands raise to steady himself against Sam's chest, feeling the fabric of his uniform beneath his fingers.
He's so hard it hurts.
When Sam pulls back, an easy smirk stays on his face. "I don't enjoy sharing. So you'll have to do with just me for today."
Techno nods, licking his lips.
"And you'll let me go without charges?"
Sam chuckles, leaning away but grabbing Techno's wrist. "If you do well enough, I'll consider it."
I just wanted to say thank you for feeding the bottomblade community (and my hyperfixation) on Tumblr and ao3. Your last update for Sweet Sugar especially had me excited. That combined with the recent influx of bottomblade fics has been doing amazing (and terrible) things to my brain. Like, after reading oats we sow, which melted my brain in a good way, I reread your new update for fluff and had to run around my house and scream into a pillow (Phil and Techno are so SOFT and ROMANTIC and I need them to confess their eternal love to each other).
Also, your post about Ponknoblade reactivated my neurons and gave me this idea (if it’s garbage please ignore). I imagined sex worker Technoblade being soulmates with Ponk and Sam, who are also soulmates and dating. Sam is kind of a jerk when he first meets Techno, because he’s kind of uptight about “proper” professions. Ponk sees Techno later and immediately decides he wants him regardless. He takes him back to their house and fucks him while Sam has to sit there and watch without touching because he was mean to Techno. Maybe Techno’s nervous, because he doesn’t usually care about the opinions of people he sleeps with outside of their money, so Ponk constantly praises him until Techno becomes a subby mess. Maybe Sam gets to touch later if he’s nice.
Holy shit I ramble a lot sorry, I don’t normally share my ideas so I have no idea how to write them out. Just thanks for your awesome writing, and if my insane ramblings suck I blame the sleep deprivation and voluntarily throw myself into the pit.
ANON YOU ARE SO KIND TO ME MWAH MWAH MWAH
You are also absolutely cooking, that idea slaps!!! Soulmates AUs are so fun and I'm 👀👀👀👀 at all of this. Sam would be such a jerk about it, he deserves to go in the cuck chair. He'll get to watch Ponk have all these firsts with their new soulmate and he's only allowed to watch, serves him right. Very tasty, I will be thinking about this for weeks to come
(I still think Sam and Alva have a good vibe together, from the Warden skin. Samnoblade and Alvaluca are still my loves <3)
(Small inspiration Sam / Lead Consultant (Alva's skin) and Techno / Paranormal Detective (Luca's skin))
Techno has always been an active and curious person, he always spends time exploring places that are known to be haunted. And somehow Techno accidentally woke up a handsome ghost (lol) and that was Sam. Angry at being woken up, they had sex-
Ok how dare you put the image of Sam as the hottest catboy skin the game has ever released into my head??? There's not even fanart of that do you know how much I'm drooling over this????? This should be against the Geneva Conventions /j /lh /ilu
And Paranormal Investigator Techno would be SO cocky and full of himself, getting dicked down by a hot ghost might fix that
