10k x Reader Short Stories & One Shots

Sacrifice - Part Two

"Why did you do that?" My voice cracked as I tried not to cry. 10k and I were alone now, given a room to 'catch up', as Murphy put it. It had a cot, a desk, and a lamp, but nothing else. I sank down onto the cot, trying to wrap my head around everything.

Sinking down to his knees in front of me, 10k took my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. In a calm voice, he replied, "(Y/N), listen to me. It is easier for us to get out of here when one of us isn't under his control."

Brushing a tear off my cheek, he kissed me gently. I had missed his touch more than anything. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed myself against him as close as I could get.  The emotions roiling inside me were more than I could take. 

10k leaned his forehead against mine, murmuring, "We'll get out of this. Warren and the rest won't just leave us here."

He was right. I knew he was right. I just couldn't wrap my head around it right now.

"And what about you?" I asked, "What is this mission Murphy keeps talking about?"

10k sighed, shaking his head, "I can't talk about it."

"What?" I didn't understand. 10k and I didn't keep secrets from each other. Why this?

Standing back up, 10k began to pace back and forth, agitated. Running one hand through his already messy hair, he hissed, "I physically can't talk about it. You don't understand, (Y/N). I have no control. He's taken it."

I stood up, grabbing him by his arm to make him stop, "Look at me."

10k met my gaze, and I could see how tired and defeated he was. In a softer voice, I said, "Murphy hasn't taken everything. You still have your humanity. You have...me. This is just temporary. We'll get out of this alive."

Taking my hand, 10k pulled me close once again. I lifted my head for his kiss, feeling the desperation in it. We got lost in the touch of the other, pushing away our clothes until we were skin to skin. Gently, 10k pushed me onto the cot. I pulled him on top of me, my fingers traveling up his back to his neck, where I felt the indents of a bite mark.

I pressed against the mark as I pulled 10k down into another desperate kiss. Dementedly, I hoped Murphy could feel the pressure and know that even just for a bit, 10k was not his puppet.