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Power Play 1a/?
Date: 2012-05-05 04:16 pm (UTC)Yes Man/F!Courier smut IS GO.
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The elevator won’t open, and damn if she can work out why. Alex pummels the buttons a little more, exasperatedly. It’s been a long fucking day, and it’s not over. She wants to go downstairs, get Arcade and Veronica’s report from the Followers, hear what Raul and Boone have to say about the Legion remnants near Nipton, run over the plan for tomorrow and go to bed.
But the elevator has, apparently, got other fucking plans.
Slamming her palm against the metal of the doors, she gives it up as a lost cause. Better just see if Yes Man can override it or something. Ugh, today just needs to end. She’s been on her feet since dawn – who would have a figured a city needed so much running?
She rounds the balcony and heads down the stairs. “Yes Man,” she calls out. “The elevator’s dicking up on me. Is there anything you can –“ She breaks off, looking up. He’s not there; the screen’s blank. Alex groans. What now? He was here a second ago, they were talking about the Boomers! Now, he’s gone, though which Securitron, terminal, or area of cyberspace he’s disappeared to is apparently for him to know and her to find out whenever he decides to show his face.
The guy’s been acting pretty weird lately, she reflects. She heads towards the bedroom, figuring she can at least have a quick lie-down. Yes Man’s unexplained absences have been increasing, and frankly, she’s a little worried. His comments at the dam about his aggression programming had been so throwaway, so casual, that it had instantly raised alarms. Could she rely on him? Could she trust him?
Despite her fears, she hasn’t exactly had a choice. All her decision, all her actions, everything ultimately goes through him. And now, these little getaways...
Is he capable of betraying her? Of self-determination? Can Yes Man decide he wants Vegas for himself? He is, she reminds herself, just a robot.
A robot that showed a disturbing amount of satisfaction after she’d destroyed the Brotherhood bunker. She never really admits it to herself, but his glee over their deaths had been the first strike against him.
Yes Man is capable of thinking, planning and reacting to things in a way that’s unlike any robot she’s ever seen. He reminds her more of House than of Victor or Jane, and maybe that’s what’s been eating at her. Yes Man needed her to get this far. But what now?
Alex runs her hands up her arms, arching her back in a stretch. God, she aches. It would explain a few things, though. He reacts to things like a person – like a man – and that includes the few times she’s tried on dresses in the mirror ready for important events, only to hear his voice echo out of some corner telling her how great she looks, or how nice her legs are. It was eerie, at first, but what creeps Alex out more is the fact that she got used to it and, though she’ll never say it out loud, kind of liked it.
Yes Man is, quite frankly, weird. He’s inscrutable, cryptic, and the growing threat of betrayal...
Maybe it says more about her than him, really. After all, she risked her neck getting Benny out of the Legion Fort, and that bastard shot her. What is it with her, and men who have the capacity to fuck her over? Is it some sort of submissive thing? Or is it the fact that she wants to beat them at their own game?
Gah, does Yes Man even count as a man?
And that’s what it always comes back down to. Robot, that she can deactivate, reprogram, defeat; or peer? Enemy or friend?
She’s gotta remember not to drift off into thought when she’s in potential enemy territory, though, and that thought hits her like an angry deathclaw as she feels something heavy and metal clamp down around her wrists.
Power Play 1b/?
Date: 2012-05-05 04:18 pm (UTC)The Securitron tightens its grip as she struggles, so Alex lets herself go limp. The pincers relax a little. Good. She’ll think of a way out of this. A voice comes from behind her – “Do not attempt to resist. You are being detained. Do not attempt to resist.”
Alex draws measured breaths, seeing how far she can twist her wrists. Her legs are still free, at least – maybe she can aim a kick at her captor? She doesn’t have any weapons on her, but she’s sure she can punch her way to the elevator and then –
Shit. Then what?
It occurs to her suddenly that the elevator wasn’t broken by accident.
Why, though? Why wait? Why disappear? Why have her held, instead of just shot? What the fuck is going on here?
Stay put, she thinks. She’s not dead yet, and that’s got to mean something. Just stay put, and wait.
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Date: 2012-05-07 04:57 am (UTC)sadkljfassljf omg omgomg KEEP GOING ; O ; <333 This is gonna be good (B -popcorn-
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I will count the seconds until the next part...
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Date: 2012-05-14 10:04 am (UTC)Power Play 2a/?
Date: 2012-05-16 02:22 pm (UTC)And she’s naked.
She doesn’t waste time in getting up. There are clothes downstairs, if she can just get there. She runs full pelt towards the elevator, taking the stairs two at a time, and yeah, she’s pretty freaked by the fact that there are no Securitrons and all the lights are off. She hits the buttons. Nothing. She turns round, ready to try the console, when she is suddenly forced back against the metal doors. Light flares into life before her, and Yes Man’s screen emerges from the gloom.
“Hi, Alex!” he says. His chipper tone has never sounded so sinister. “How are things?”
“Activate the elevator,” she growls. “Let me out of here, you hunk of scrap and shit.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to do that. Besides, I don’t think you really want to go!” His voice sounds like he’s laughing.
“Don’t tell me what I want.” She lashes out at him, and one of his arms shoots out, grabbing her wrist. It hurts. She guesses the other Securitron had been holding her down for a hell of a time.
Yes Man’s screen is very close now, his unmoving smile inches from her face. She struggles against his pincers when she realises that something feels wrong. She looks up at the metal holding her. His hands look...different. They aren’t the same flat, sharp grippers the other Securitrons have – the same things that left rectangular marks in her wrists.
Yes Man’s face – as usual – doesn’t move, but she can tell he’s following her gaze. “Oh!” he says. “You noticed my little upgrades!”
Something about it strikes a sinister chord in Alex’s gut. Yes Man’s new fingers are cone-shaped, tapered. Thick and ridged. She’s starting to get a feeling where this is going.
Fear, anticipation and a perverse kind of excitement hit her all at once. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asks. This is the make or break question, really – if the answer’s yes, she’ll fling herself out the windows before she submits.
“No,” he tells her, and assertiveness or not, he still can’t lie.
“I’m never going to hurt you, Alex.”
Almost on cue, his grip on her wrists relaxes. She wriggles experimentally, but there’s still no getting away. The weird tenderness in his voice comes in stark contrast to everything else – this set up, the elevator, the darkness. But this isn’t an attack, it’s something else. Something...new.
When he drags her, it’s the same kind of insistent pulling she’s had to use the few times she’s had Rex on a leash. He rolls backwards, never turning away from her, leading her by the wrists.
She follows on, obedient.
There are thick cables lying on the penthouse bed that weren’t there a few minutes ago. Yes Man guides her to the bed.
“Lie down, Alex,” he tells her.
By now, she knows what’s coming. Yes Man is going to fuck her. He doesn’t love, he doesn’t lust – this has got to be coming from some sick, strange sense of reverence, or a desire to get one over on her.
Or both. Between the tenderness and the menace, she thinks it’s probably both.
Well, she thinks, if this is going to be a power play, there’s nothing in it if I don’t fight back.
As soon as he releases her, she bolts. She runs to the balcony railings, not sure if she’s intending to jump or not, and has climbed up on House’s old desk when cold, metal arms wrap around her from behind like a vice. She’s pulled down, struggling, shouting, and she’s dragged against the strange, whirring metal of his chassis. This is bizarre, unfathomable. Even in New Vegas, she never thought something like this could be a reality.
“Let me go!” she demands, and she knows he won’t. She kicks at him, but her legs and feet are naked and when she makes contact, it hurts her way more than it hurts him.
Power Play 2b/?
Date: 2012-05-16 02:31 pm (UTC)The chuckle Yes Man lets out is more of an odd, burbling hahahaha. He rolls away a little, like he’s getting a good look at her, like he’s sizing her up. Alex twists her head up to look at him defiantly. She may be down and bound, but she’s not out just yet.
“Poor lonely little robot,” she purrs, cutting her eyes at him. “Have I not been spending enough time with you? Is this your way of getting my attention?”
“Well, I thought about overheating my processors and setting the building on fire, but I thought you would enjoy this more!”
There’s a chilling amount of sincerity in his voice, and she’s always known his programming wasn’t exactly normal. Jesus, what did Benny do to him?
“You’re the only person who comes around here, Alex! You can’t blame me for wanting to spend more time with you.”
Everything about that feels wrong. He’s not supposed to want anything, but he wanted the Brotherhood destroyed, he detested the Khans, so maybe, maybe he can want, right down in the depths of him – and this is his idea of spending time together?
She laughs, tossing her hair across the sheets of the bed. “You didn’t want to just ask?”
There’s something dark in his voice again when he says, “I think this is much more fun.”
Another jolt runs through her, and maybe she half agrees.
“Besides,” he carries on, devilish in his chirpiness, “I wanted to see what you looked like undressed, properly! I only get glimpses from the cameras in the suite – you sure have got good at avoiding them!”
Yes, she had. It looks like she had been right about him watching her. The thought of him studying her, passive and controlled from his monitors, makes something squirm in her gut. It’s not entirely unpleasant.
God, a girl could get into this sort of shit, if she had a mind to.
She feels a surge of heat between her legs as Yes Man rolls closer, and realises that yeah, she’s probably got a mind to.
“Poor thing,” she goads, injecting her voice with as much pity as possible. Her taunts aren’t going to get her anywhere, and she knows it – he’s not got the capacity to get riled up. But his screen flickers excitedly, and she knows this is the role she has to play. If he’s going to start coming out of himself, starting owning up to the uniquely bizarre code that makes him who he is, then he’s got to have something to press against. Someone to push away from. A rebellion.
The room is getting warmer. Heating, she assumes, or maybe it’s the heady flush spreading on her cheeks, the closeness to his whirring warmth. Yes Man looms, watching her.
“I guess so,” he says amiably. “Not too poor to get you under my metaphorical thumb and keep you there, though!”
Oh, God help her, why is that so hot.
“You’re all talk,” she scoffs. “You’re a Securitron. You managed to trap and subdue a single, unarmed woman in your own fortress. Good for you.”
“Don’t be so scathing, Alex,” he scolds. “You know what this is about!”
Something is trembling in her when she says, innocently, “No. What is this about?”
He flexes, leaning over her, and that’s got to be one of his little ‘upgrades’, too. “I figured it was obvious!” he laughs. “I’m going to make you come whether you like it or not.”
Power play 2c/?
Date: 2012-05-16 02:39 pm (UTC)“What’s that going to prove, Yes Man?” Her voice has dropped a few octaves, and she doesn’t remember telling it to do so.
He is close and Alex can hear the sounds of his mechanics working against each other. His voice echoes strangely when he speaks, and it strikes her how very alone they are. “Nothing!” he tells her, and then adds in a tone that sounds almost sly, “except that I can. Whenever I want.”
She gives him a challenging look, and fixes him with her best smile. “I’d like to see you try, robot.”
Yes Man makes that strange chuckling noise again. “Don’t worry,” he assures her. “You’re going to.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and one of his new fingers rubs up against the side of her breast. The sudden contact, the awful tenderness, the inescapability of her situation, it all comes together and draws a shuddering gasp out of her.
“It looks like it’s going to be quite easy,” Yes Man says, and if a robot can sound smug, he’s managing it.
“Yeah, right.” What a comeback.
His screen flickers. “Yeah,” he says earnestly. “Right.”
She doesn’t realise his other hand has moved until a thick, metal finger has plunged into her cunt.
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Date: 2012-07-04 03:32 am (UTC)Power Play 3a/?
Date: 2012-08-03 06:27 pm (UTC)-
“FUCK!”
The movement is so sudden that Alex arches right up off the bed, a howl tearing through her throat as she accidentally pushes herself further onto Yes Man’s strange, thick new finger. He laughs, that charming, gentle robotic giggle that is so, so out of place right now.
He pulls out of her and rolls back a little. She drops back down onto the bed, gasping, her heart pounding. Her head is swimming and she can’t make sense of anything and she knows she’s got to say something, soon, got to keep on top of things, got to –
“That was fun!” Yes Man chirps. She shudders from her toes to her fingertips, and looks down at him. The finger he thrust into her is glistening. Oh, God. “This means you’re aroused,” he tells her happily, moving his arm forward to show her. She doesn’t need reminding.
The Securitron brings his arm down closer to her chest, and rubs his finger across both her breasts. He’s clumsy, obviously unused to these new hands of his, learning for the first time how to fondle breasts. The sudden, bizarre though that she’s his first crosses her mind, and a weird feeling starts clenching and unclenching in her gut. No, she tells herself, no. This is about control and about pleasure as a weapon, it is not, not, not about Yes Man losing his freaky, robotic virginity.
Her own juices are smeared unevenly across her chest. He bends over her again, his unmoving features hovering above her. “I really like how you look naked, Alex,” he tells her. “We should do this more often!”
She finally feels some sense settling back into her brain after his abrupt intrusion into her body. Her voice is husky and a little broken when she speaks, but she persists – “You’re going to – going to have to make this worth my while, first, Yes Man.”
His screen flickers in glee. “Oh, don’t you worry about that! I’ve got plenty of ideas!”
That makes her shiver. He pulls back, rolling into position between her legs again. He brings one hand between her legs, and hovers it there, inches from her skin.
“You know, I must say, Alex, you’re giving a lot of indications that you really want someone to bring your body to sexual release.” She’s imaging the tone of mock-concern. She has to be. “And I’m the only one here! I’m supposed to help you out, so I guess really, it would be rude of me not to give your body what it wants.”
She lets out a long breath. “Don’t pretend this is about me,” she tells him, trying to keep her voice haughty, aloof. “If you need to pretend you’ve got some pull around here, play human, play at sex, that’s your business.” She pauses, steadying herself. “I think it’s sweet. Really. Kind of adorable. You must really look up to me, to want to do this.”
It’s a taunt, and not a particularly good one. She’s rapidly losing ground and she knows it. Mockery’s pretty much all she’s got left, now. The cables are digging into her arms. Not tight enough to cut off her circulation, which she’s grateful for, but fuck, they’re going to leave a mark. That’s going to be fun to explain to the others, when she finally gets back downstairs.
She knows she’s not in danger now – or at least, she hopes. Yes Man needs a little control, even if it’s only a illusion, and when he’s taken it, he’ll let her go. He still needs someone to tell him what to do, he’s still a computer. He has to.
“I think you need to relax,” he tells her seriously. “You know what my datafiles say is good at getting humans to relax? Sexual release through orgasm!”
Power Play 3b/?
Date: 2012-08-03 06:32 pm (UTC)The words are out before she realises how much of a mistake they might have been. She feels the cold metal of his finger press against the heat of her sex, and rolls her head back. Something in him hisses, low and threatening. Here it comes.
“Oh, Alex. You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me! You’d be poking around with savages in the dirt, or you’d be running around for that mean old House. You don’t mean that. You definitely need me! And now, I’m going to make sure you know it. Isn’t that great? It’s like we’ll be even closer, with this little misunderstanding out of the way.”
The finger against her cunt starts to vibrate, and she bites back a gasp.
“You like that,” he says, and she isn’t sure if it’s a question, an observation, or an exultation. She bucks unwillingly against him, and the thick finger slips into her folds. He pulls it back out, adjusting his hand so it lies parallel against her, the cool, vibrating metal pressing against the whole of her sex. Alex groans. She can feel him getting slippy with her wetness, and dear lord, if it isn’t fucking turning her on.
“Tell me,” he insists, nudging up, and the tip of his finger glances against her clitoris. She jerks against the bed. “Tell me!”
“I like it,” she confesses, breathily, because he can’t lie and it’s hardly fair if she does, really.
The weird purring sound comes from him again, and he nestles his vibrating finger deeper against her. She twists her arms in the cables and grabs fistfuls of the sheets. She can feel a groan, a moan, building in the back of her throat, and she lets is escape in a measured exhalation of breath.
“You know,” Yes Man says thoughtfully. “Maybe I should have only adapted one of my hands. These new parts are great for playing with you down here, but I don’t think I could really get a good grip on your breasts! And they do look kind of lonely.”
Alex doesn’t need to look – she can feel how hard her nipples have become. Yes Man’s free hand glances awkwardly across them, and she eases up, gently, against him.
“That’s nice,” he confesses. “I mean, sure, I can’t really feel it, but it’s nice seeing you move like that. Can I tell you something, Alex?”
Alex lowers herself down and twists her head to look at him. “You haven’t needed my permission for anything else today.”
He laughs. “Maybe I’ll tell you later. I can choose to do that, now, which is pretty great.” His hand lands heavily on her chest, his fingers vibrating at a low speed, pinning her even more effectively than the cables. She feels another finger move against her cunt, and he starts to massage her, rolling her folds between his thick, vibrating digits. She lets herself groan, this time, sinking deeper into the bed.
“Yes Man,” she murmurs, absently, biting her lip.
His entire chassis shakes suddenly, and his screen flickers. “Oh, wow. I really like when you say my name like that.”
And there it is. One glimmering, slim chance at wrenching some control back. God, she realises, this is almost too easy. All she has to do is roll her hips, gasp his name –
So that’s exactly what she does. With her chest pinned, it’s easier to raise just her backside and press forward against him, trying to clench the tops of her thighs around his fingers. She lets him feel a moan rumbling through her chest, and closes her eyes and tosses her head to the side when she say, “Yes Man!”
Power Play 3c/?
Date: 2012-08-03 06:36 pm (UTC)He’s a robot, she tells herself, but he’s a robot with a unique take on things. God, she wants to work with this. She wants to take advantage of this. She wants to work out whatever glitch in him is making him shudder and shake and push it, exploit it until he’s a mess of static and nonsense in her hands. He belongs to her, all the Securitrons do, and her power comes through him, but oh, oh, what she wouldn’t give for a way to make him remember she’s in charge. To make him putty to her. Ohhh...
“That’s...really good,” Yes Man tells her, haltingly. He sounds confused.
“I’m going to fuck with your programming so hard after this,” she confesses. His screen flickers again. “I’m going to work out what turns you on, robot, and God, I’m going to make you beg.”
“Begging!” he says suddenly. “That’s a great idea, Alex. I don’t really know all the words for what I’m meant to do now, so why don’t you beg me and I’ll work it out from there?”
A tingle runs through her, pooling in her cunt. She bucks against him, and he pulls back. The sudden absence of his fingers make a small, disappointed mewl slip out of her throat.
“Beg,” he tells her again, something urgent in his voice. Maybe she’s imagining this, all of it, the tone changes, the flickers, maybe it’s a product of her dizzy, trapped mind –
“Please,” she purrs, fixing him with a look. “Go on. I can tell you want to, Yes Man. I can tell you want to use those big, thick fingers to fuck me.”
“That’s it,” he coaxes, bringing the tip of his finger up against her thigh. “Way to go.”
“You’re teasing the hell out of me,” she groans, wriggling her hips. “I need you to put them inside me. I need you to pump me with your adaptations until I’m wet and cumming and making you spark.”
“I won’t spark,” he promises. “I made sure.”
“I want it,” she says. “I want you. I want you to fuck me, Yes Man, to make me writhe and moan, I want you in control...”
“You’re doing great. Just great. You’re really good at this. Just a little more. You can do it.”
She groans. What more does he want? She’s past the point of restraint, now, as his finger trails closer and closer to her heat, and she tries to work her hips to land on it. She just wants to be fucked, and he’s the one here to do it. Come on, come on. “Please, just do it. Shove your finger in me and fuck me, come on! Please, come on, Yes Man, look, you’ve made me beg, and sweat, and moan, come on...”
It must have been enough, because suddenly he drags his finger across her cunt, making her gasp, before he pushes it inside. His finger is truly thick, and the vibrations spread through her whole lower body. He sinks deeper, and she wishes suddenly that his finger was longer. He’s still half-holding her down, so her movements are restricted, frantic, as she tries to grind against him.
“Wow, look at you!” Yes Man exclaims, with child like wonder. “You’re crazy about this!”
All she does in return is grunt. Fuck decency, fuck decorum, fuck control, she wants to cum. She arches her hips hard towards him, and as
she does so, she feels him trying to work a second finger into her cunt.
“No!” she gasps. “It won’t – it won’t fit –“
Yes Man tsks. “Now Alex, I’m in control here, remember?” He pauses, and then laughs. “Hey, I found another hole!”
Oh God, she thinks, and his hand leaves her chest. His big, metal fingers cup her ass, and she can feel one thick, tapered digit nudging against her asshole.
“No,” she groans again. “Yes Man, please, enough –“
He ignores her. The tip has found where it’s aiming for now, and for a minute her mind goes blank and she’s overwhelmed by sensations as three things happen together. He slips an inch into her ass, he manages to stretch her wide enough that two of his fingers are fucking her, very shallowly, and one thumb lands on her clit.
Power Play 3d/3d
Date: 2012-08-03 06:38 pm (UTC)He’s vibrating, hard, against her clit. She’s so, so glad he found that, because it’s pushing her over the edge as he drives into her ass, sloppily fucks her cunt, makes cooing, appreciative noises about her.
“This is great,” he says. “This is really, really great. You’re completely under my power! Go on, say it!”
“I’m – I’m under – your – p-power,” she stutters, ignoring how stupid the words sound. If that’s what he wants to hear, she’ll say it, if he’ll only make her –
“Yes!” she cries, as something, somewhere, hits a sweet spot, and she pushes down against him wildly, clutching the sheets and arching her back and then it’s coming, she’s cumming, oh, God, yes, yes –
She lets out a long, shuddering groan as her orgasm hits her, clenching her eyes shut, letting her jaw goes shut. She grinds and bucks erratically, and Yes Man is saying something but she isn’t listening, and everything is going white and she feels heat rush out of her and onto him...and it comes and comes, once, twice, finally tapering off as her walls convulse around him and she drops onto the bed, twitching but spent.
Yes Man is still babbling but she can’t focus, not yet. Slowly, she come back down to earth, sticky and sweaty and half-ashamed of her grunts and groans and pleading, and the cables are getting looser around her wrists. She lies there limply as his words start to make sense.
“...better than I expected, definitely. I mean, I wasn’t even totally sure it would work! But that was great, really educational! Very satisfying, even for a robot like me! Oh wow, you actually look really nice after your sexual release. It sounded like it felt good. That’s just great. I’m really happy for you. And for me!”
Alex looks at him blearily, her breath still a little ragged. She doesn’t know what to say – if she should rebuke him, or thank him. Dimly, something comes back to her, and since it means she doesn’t have to make the decision of how to react to this yet, she voices it. “What were you going to tell me? Before?”
“Oh, that!” Yes Man breaks stride in his rambling to focus on her. “Well, I was just going to tell you I really like you, Alex! Something in my programming feels all warm and fuzzy when you’re around. And guess what? I really like being in control of you. Maybe we should do this again!”
She lies in confused silence for a moment, and then she starts to laugh. Ridiculous. This is fucking ridiculous. A robot has a crush on her. A robot has a crush on her, and just fucked her to the edge of sensibility, and now she’s lying here, laughing –
Jesus Christ. There’s nowhere like Vegas.
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