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This existence is not real, and information deceives it

It's taken him so long to finally get what he needed.

Even with the power, money, and resources Ouroboros has, so many things have remained just out of their reach. It took quite a while to come up with a back-up plan, and even longer to make sure the back-up plan would run as smoothly as the first should have.

The technology was certainly there. They had plenty of prototypes Adam was free to experiment on, and it wasn't like he'd be finished if he destroyed them all. He had his parents' blueprints and journals to help him develop an android with all the capabilities he'll need in a slave.

He even developed some unique technology of his own. Ouroboros may not be able to capture Kotetsu himself, but his DNA? That was simple. From there, it was quite easy to make a proper synthetic skin and hair.

When it was all finished, Adam had to admit what he had was worth the wait. The android before him was a marvel of robotics. The wires connected to it were analyzing the specifications of his strength, intelligence, speed... they were all far past those of a human. But despite that, it would follow Adam's commands to the letter. And all that obedient power was sealed within the spitting image of Kotetsu Kaburagi. Looking at him on the table now, still offline... he almost looks like he's sleeping.

Almost.

After a few more minutes of running through protocols, there's nothing left to do but try the activation. There's a switch at the back of its neck, a small indent he digs his finger into. After a moment, there's a soft beep, a gentle whirring, and then H-13 is fully activated.

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He does follow his internal map, prepared to always be on the alert and always aware of everything he could possibly need in order to properly obey. He knows where he is headed and it surprises him greatly. Is he meant to guard his master as he sleeps? Is it nighttime? He thought his internal clock was functioning properly...

A rush of imitation adrenaline runs through his body all over again after his fight. He can't dare to assume or... or to hope. Could he? he feels his mouth go dry and all sorts of other reactions he doesn't feel capable of coping with start in his body.

"Yes, Master."

It isn't much of a process. All he's wearing are the slacks, and they are gone in seconds.

He will be on guard during the evenings, of course, but Adam has far too much adrenaline in him to think about sleeping right now. He'd much rather do something fun. Something to distract him from the anger he feels that he was never able to bring Kotetsu over to his side.

He turns just in time to see H-13 strip, and his smirk widens. Even though there were only slacks on, seeing the android's bare body is far more appealing. He hooks a finger and beckons H-13 to his side, so he can run his hands over synthetic skin. It's not very seductive, but in fact almost clinical as he reaches H-13's cock and gives it a few testing strokes.

This... situation was a possibility coded in his system. He knows he has capabilities for pleasure and physical touch, but there isn't anything in him that would assume. He is an object, a tool, a slave. Why would his talented, incredible master have any desire for him?

He approaches when beckoned, still a bit lost as to how to react. He wants to feel excited, honored, but he doesn't know if that would be presumptuous.

Even if the touch is clinical, it is more than H-13 has ever known in his short existence. Skin feels so incredible on skin, and the tension of the moment had him already starting toward arousal before Adam's hand touched him. Once purposeful, the pleasure activates in his system and spreads everywhere, starting a flush in his skin. A sound of pleasure he can't control exits his throat and he feels his hydraulics activating further, hardening him in Adam's hand.

H-13 should have realized there was a reason for those capabilities. Adam doesn't do anything without a reason, especially not when it comes to something as serious as an android designed to kill.

What fun is it if he can't have a toy in the process?

Adam's smile only grows. It's incredible that the robot is reacting so naturally, it's odd that he can actually feel arousal, but the wires in his body do create quite the complex nerve system.

"We have two tests to take part in, so I'll offer you another choice," Adam whispers huskily, almost lazing stroking H-13's length while eyeing it like a hungry cat. "You can either let me ride you, or I will see if your opening is as flexible as a human's is."

Of course his master wouldn't do anything without purpose, or reason, but his innate programming to obey and yield to him, to feel inferior, is fighting against any assumptions he might make.

Well, those assumptions are quickly becoming observable truths before H-13's eyes. Which are widening as the scene unfolds. He marvels at his own synthetic nervous system, the man-made sensory nerves that populate his synthetic skin. The flush is all fake and color-based, of course, him having no blood to speak of, but the sensations he feels are quite realistic and true to their model.

His breathing is picking up, and the pressure of this choice may be too much for him. "I do not have the data to calculate which order would bring you more pleasure, Master, but that is what I would prefer."

Who said anything about him being an equal if he was allowed to be used sexually? Adam certainly didn't. He doesn't think using H-13 in this manner is going to make the android any less obedient. If anything, the way Adam acts when he's allowed to release his tension is only going to make H-13 feel more inferior.

He watches with a grin as H-13 gets more and more worked up, acting so much like Kotetsu would. He must truly be feeling something, even if it can't truly be anything like human pleasure.

His grin fades as he lets out a slight growl, digging his nails a little forcefully into H-13's hip.

"What would give me pleasure is having you follow my orders. I have no opinions on what will make me feel better."

What matters is that he's in control, which he doesn't doubt he is.

If he did, he didn't mean to. He doesn't feel equal at all, simply.. above his station, to be receiving this kind of attention at all. It will almost definitely only make him more obedient, more attached.

The grin is good, it makes the spikes of pleasure stronger, and H-13 feels like he should be touching Adam as well, but he doesn't know if he should ask...

Especially since he's already made a mistake. Guilt grips his coding and shakes him around inside, even as the sharp dig of the fingernails seems to confuse his pain receptors into pleasure. "I am sorry, Master, I desire only to obey, I am sorry..." He closes his eyes against the moment, wondering how his calculations went wrong in that response. He wants to give... everything... He doesn't know what to do with this choice given to him.

He's absolutely in control, and H-13 is a little panicked.

Well, H-13 may not be equal, but he is... something special. Surely it wouldn't hurt to encourage those feelings in him. He deserves to feel good once in a while, particularly if he's obedient. If he's a good little slave, then he can be a good little slut too.

The fierce glare doesn't let up, but his fingernails do stop their assault on synthetic skin.

"If you wish to obey, then obey. You are required to make a decision. You may flip a coin. I don't care."

He's so dismissive of the situation, a harsh reminder to H-13 that he doesn't really feel as much desire to receive everything that H-13 wants to give.

Adam's rage softens a little from the apology, and H-13's panic abates. He is forgiven for his mistake, but he still needs to answer. He wants to be good, at everything Adam requests of him. If he is to be a servant, he will do that well. If he is to be a slut, well, he will learn that too.

He doesn't look at Adam's face. "Yes, Master," how does he word this, "I choose to be penetrated, first." He flushes a little darker at the admission. He feels particularly submissive and receptive, after his need to apologize, and while he would clearly be both in either configuration, being filled with Adam seems slightly more so.

It's hard to remain angry at something with Kotetsu's face, even if it isn't a perfect copy. Adam understands that making decisions in front of someone meant to give the orders must be confusing, but Adam needs him to be able to handle that. H-13 will be handling a lot of Ouroboros' security, after all.

When he hears H-13 speak, he smiles again. "Excellent choice." A bit of praise, just to ensure H-13 won't make another foolish mistake again, before he moves his hands away. Instead he grabs H-13's wrists, and in a fluid movement, swings him around to fling him onto the bed.

He could make decisions for anyone else in the whole world and not hesitate. With Adam it feels... wrong. His creator is supposed to tell him what to do and when. It is not his place to choose for Him, in any way. Except that Adam is asking this of him.

He breathes relief at the praise, happiness sparking in his wires. He did good, making a decision, not making Him wait.

Then, suddenly, he's being swung in an arc onto the bed. He feels it in slow motion, the workings of his system ready to react in a way that is defensible, as if this were combat. But it isn't. So he allows himself to be thrown, feeling more sparks of something in his chassis. Excitement? Fear? Pleasure?

He lands as well as he can manage without altering the course Adam set for him, watching though his hair for a sign of how to react.

Adam is supposed to tell him what to do. And most of the time, he will. He actually isn't sure why he insisted on making H-13 choose now... maybe just an amusement, watching his new creation sweat in this desperate desire not to offend him.

It's nice, to be able to interact with someone who doesn't want to hurt him. Someone who fears him but desires him, instead of most of Sternbild, who just fear him.

He watches H-13 carefully, but the android doesn't try to retaliate. Good. He must be learning. He lands on his side, and Adam does the job of flipping him over onto his back, laying down against the android's body, now more sensually caressing his skin.

H-13 cannot conceive of the idea of wanting to hurt Adam. It is impossible, it is unthinkable. Adam is absolutely everything. Creator, Master, Ward. He will protect and serve in every imaginable way.

They watch each other in that moment, creation as relaxed as he can be with the anticipation, and creator unpredictable and discerning.

He is turned, and he lets himself sink into the softness of the bed, a sound of pleasure rippling through him when he feels so much of Adam's skin against his. Warm, filled with life, comparatively soft as well. The touch affects him as well, sensual strokes over virgin skin. He gasps to feel it, wires going live with the activation of his senses. He doesn't even notice how he's arching into the touch.

Adam is everything, and it's good that H-13 remembers that so easily. It feels so right to be treated like a god. He does have this creation's life in his hands, after all.

He perks up at the noise. He certainly does sound like he's feeling pleasure. Adam congratulates himself for making his android sound so realistic. He can feel an almost human heat in H-13 as well, and it almost tempts him to continue caressing and touching and playing a bit longer, but he can't give the robot much time to warm up. Instead, he lifts himself up, sits on H-13's back.

"Now before I penetrate you, I need to make sure you're working smoothly. Do you remember how to adjust your lubrication?"

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He is a god, as far as H-13 is concerned. He is honored to be in his presence, let alone be touched.

He is feeling pleasure, electrical signals running all through him. He feels like he's vibrating from the sensation, and the little needy sounds don't stop.

His voice is breathy when he speaks, "yes Master." He can sense the presence of the commands, the adjustable code in his computer based mind. Something about it feels sort of... lewd, arousing, signaling his humanlike body to lubricate itself and prepare for Him.

"My body is preparing for you, Master." He flushes an even darker color.

He should continue to feel honoured. Every moment H-13 is allowed to stay in his quarters is only adding to a record of how long anyone could stay in the master bedroom. Not that it's a particularly hard record to beat, as Adam can't remember anyone alive who's ever been in his bedroom.

Though, H-13 isn't alive. He just feels like he is, with the soft, desperate sounds. He smirks hungrily down at the android.

"Good. Then it won't be long now..." Unable to hold himself back, he grinds his hips down against the robot's body.

Truly he is special and spoiled. All this personal attention, and getting to be inside Adam's personal protected space. He's mostly focused on the attention, though. The hands and his torso..

And his hips, grinding down, pressing his Master's erection between his asscheeks. The anticipation it creates elicits a full moan from him, eager desire making him speed up his preparation process. He can feel his synthetic skin secreting the lubricating fluid, and something in his coding knows how sexual and messy that is, making his sensors tremble all the more. A little droplet of the stuff starts to form outside his entrance, signaling how more than ready he is.

"A-at your pleasure, Master..." Did the android just... stutter?

Attention will be something Adam gives very often. Not that it's really for H-13's sake. Giving attention gives him far more attention, and Adam thrives on it more than anything else.

Just a few touches and already H-13 is giving him so much. He bites his lip against a moan when Toshi manipulates his length between his cheeks, but lets it out fully when he sees and feels lubricate slick against the tip of his cock.

The stutter is strangely adorable. Adam gives himself a moment to savour it, licking his lips, but then he's ready.

He doesn't even give H-13 a warning. He positions himself and then easily pushes inside with the lubricant. There's a slick noise as the android's ass eagerly sucks him in.

It is true that every scrap of attention H-13 gets, he will return tenfold. He's so overwhelmingly grateful for what he has, tingling all over with electric pleasure.

Adam's moan ripples through him like a wave, and the android can feel his cock twitch. He's savoring the sound of it when all at once there's pressure and pleasure and he's filled with Adam. An uncontrolled wanton moan comes from him, and H-13 pushes back against the thrust, making his realistic body pull Adam further in.

"Ohhh, yeeessss..." It's clear that the pleasure receptors installed in all the right places are responding in all the right ways.

He's so glad that H-13 understands this arrangement. Adam is the one who deserves the pleasure. H-13 is unbelievably lucky to get even a fraction of that pleasure.

He breathes out another slow moan as he buries deep into the android, but silences himself when he hears the android moan. Just like Kotetsu. So much like Kotetsu...

He smiles softly, starts to pull out slowly, only to quickly thrust back in.

His mind will be filled with gratefulness once it can process anything other than the sensation of Adam, and his data going wild with processing the pleasure of this moment. He shakes and his body encourages more with another little push of fluid into the equation, making the second trust squelch even louder.

So much like Kotetsu, his voice quivers with another needy sound in their shared voice, and he starts to mumble nonsense the way Kotetsu would.

"Yes, god, yes, Master, more, please.... please..." He could fry his motherboard with all this sensation but it's so addicting, and he knows he's capable of feeling more.

Adam is all he is allowed to feel now. No one else could ever give him anything like Adam could. He's given the android life, he's given him purpose, he's given him training... and now he's given him more pleasure than he could imagine.

Adam chuckles darkly at the sound of H-13 mumbling into the bed, the hand not bracing himself in his thrusting reaching up to thread through the android's hair.

"You're asking for more? You little slut. We've barely even started and you're this desperate... even though you know how worthless you are."

He quivers from the force of is sensors working in overdrive. He wonders how many artificial transmitters were installed in him... and how high they were turned up because Adam filling him and thrusting fairly burns with pleasure.

He whines, hands curling into tight fists against the bedsheets. The chuckle and the gentle touch to his hair acting in counterpoint to the overwhelming sensations.

He is, he's a slut. For Adam, he would be anything, give Him anything, and if giving Him everything makes him a slut, than that's what he is. That other word... 'worthless' cuts into him like a knife and he doesn't know what to do with it. Surely he is nothing compared to his master, but if he can carry out orders, be his master's greatest robotic accomplishment, he isn't entirely worthless?

He has no response, other than to whine and squeeze his eyes shut.

They probably were turned up quite high. Adam likes his sluts reactive and desperate. Kotetsu would have been that. A copy of him should be just like him in that aspect as well.

He continues his aggressive thrusting, in and out, moaning each time he hears that squelching sound. His hand in H-13's hair suddenly grips tight and pulls his head back.

"Come now. Don't hide your face. I want to hear you scream for me. Beg like a dog. Beg for your master."

Reactive and desperate about sums him up. He's shaking more and more as Adam continues his relentless fucking. He maintains his own lubricant levels, listening to the wet sucking sounds, and feeling his own arousal levels reach critical.

He's still murmuring into the sheets when Adam pulls his head back, a reckless moan escaping his throat at the sharp feeling. Pain and pleasure mingled, the theme of his existence in this moment. "M-master!" he gasps, arching his back into the assault.

"F-feels so good, thank y-you! Thank you..." Tears are forming in his eyes in reaction to the overstimulation, and his cock throbs, close to the edge. "Please, please... f-fuck me... u-use me..." the pleasure he finds in obeying the order nearly pushes him over that edge.

"Please can I... can I cum, Master..."

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