Prolonged Entanglement

Chapter 1

     You always wanted to live inside of an industrial freezer. Oh wait, no you didn’t because you’re not fucking sociopath. We don’t always get to choose our lot in life, but someone else usually does. This describes your current life pretty damn well. You are, or were, a member of the JCJenson company. That changed somewhat recently when a few months ago your
bosses got tired of you complaining about how hot the exoplanet was. So what do they do? Threw you on a ship and sent you straight to this frozen hell hole. But guess what? There’s no one here!
     “You alright dude?,” a voice calls out ahead of you.
     You answer the voice, “I’m good, N. Let’s just keep going.”
     Well, no humans here. Somehow, the people at this exoplanet fucked up so bad that they ended up offing themselves on a planet wide scale. This left you with no one to give you shelter, no one to work for, and a very limited supply of food. It’s been a few months since you landed here, and you have been able to make some friends while here. Apparently there are different breeds of drone, and the goofball in front of you is what’s called a ‘Disassembly Drone.’ Never heard of it, but to be fair you were just an intern. Nowadays being a paid intern was like finding the holy grail, so you were pissed that your fellow man decided that nuking the planet's core was a good idea.
     If it wasn’t for the multiple layers of protection you were wearing, you would have been flash frozen by how cold it is here. It’s almost -300 degrees fahrenheit in this absolute wasteland of a planet, and it snows fucking asbestos. Thank god the science nerds made suits that let you survive in places like this. You weren’t really supposed to be surviving at all, but you did this cool thing you call cheating. You were wearing three different protective suits at once as one wasn’t enough and you had three on hand. Despite that, you were still cold as a witches tit out here. Mmm titties… Wait shit, bad time to do that.
     Another reason you’re able to survive here is walking just ahead of you. N’s a cool dude who’s been helping you survive this nightmare. He comes with you to scavenge for any food you may find, but more importantly any labs that are still intact. You’ve only found one so far, but it had enough food flash frozen in there to last you a couple of years. Another reason you’re able to survive here is that the drones survived the core collapse somehow and have started their own society. Kinda lame, but you guess mad max isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Found some pretty accepting people there, and a few fuckers too, but can’t win them all.
     “Hey N! Think we can take a break?,” you huff from the long trip you’ve already ventured.
     N halts his march and turns back to you, “Yeah, Why? Are you tired already?”
     “Already? We just walked like 6 miles and we have to walk 6 more to get back to the bunker,” you put your hands on your knees to brace yourself, “And I have all this crap on me to stay alive and I’m still freezing!”
     “Right, sorry. I sometimes forget you’re human, and stuff,” N looks around, particularly at the sky, “Think we could make this one of those multiple day trips? I get the feeling the sun will be up soon, and I’d rather not die”
     “Yeah that sounds nice actually. Think you could scout ahead for an empty bunker or something? I’d love to get this thing off of my face,” you ask. Bunkers and labs usually have life support systems that let you take your equipment off and not immediately die. Heating, air filtration, bathrooms, what more could you ever want. Well a lot of things, but your life was already a gift as is.
     “Will do,” N gives you a salute, “Be back when I find something!” His wings extend seemingly out of nowhere and he flies off.
     You’re pretty sure those drones were made from some kind of bullshit devil magic, but they were nice enough. Well, N was nice. V is kinda a bitch, but she’s cool. You’ve caught yourself staring at her hips from time to time, but you don’t think you’ve been caught yet. This is somewhat related to another problem you’re hoping to solve on this trip. Food is important and all, but there’s one thing you need more, and no it’s not water. Bunkers and labs usually have filtered taps for water. You were in desperate need of the internet.
     So you were a bit of a gooner in your day, and the whole ‘ship you off to a death planet’ thing kinda ruined that whole thing for you. You’d like to take care of the problem yourself, but surviving has kinda taken precedence in your head. Relieving yourself was a lot easier when you had something to watch, and unfortunately such easy access to porn has made it difficult for you to just make due with your imagination. It was kinda starting to hurt your testacles to not relieve yourself. You’re pretty sure that’s not healthy, and you should see a doctor, but they’re all dead so fuck em.
     N lands a few yards in front of you after a little while of reconnaissance, “Found a bunker half a mile away. I think it already has power too so you won’t have to do any of that wire stuff again.”
     “Good work. I’ll have to update the map when we get inside. Which way?,” you stand up, now ready and rested enough to continue the trek through the snow.
     N points his finger the way you were already going and a little to the right, “Around that way. There are a couple of turns to get to the doors, but I can lead the way.”
     “Please do. I need to get warm, and I think I’m going to start melding with this suit before too long,” you laugh at your own joke weakly.
     N gives a chuckle at your barely funny joke, and begins walking. You follow a fair bit behind due to the height difference. You weren’t that much shorter than him, but the lack of fleshy parts meant fatigue didn’t affect him like it did you. You were kind of jealous of the drones for being comfortable living on this planet.
     About halfway through the trip to the bunker, you stop walking for a moment. You feel a pain from your testicals that’s akin to getting tapped, but less severe. You just stand still for a minute in hopes the pain would leave on its own as it had many times before. Unfortunately, N takes notice that you’ve lagged behind.
     He gives you a worried look, “You good, (Y/N)?”
     You give him a thumbs up, “We’re good. Just need to wait it out.”
     “Wait what out?,” he walks a little closer to you and gives you a once over to check for injuries.
     You wave him off, “I’m fine. Just a little pain. It’ll pass.”
     “Want me to take a look? I can do first aid if I read the little book thingy that comes with it first,” N offers.
     You aggressively wave him off now, “Nonono! I’m fine, really! No need for that. Let’s get going.” You begin to walk again despite the pain only minorly subsiding.
     N eyes you worriedly before he continues leading you to the bunker. He doesn’t like seeing his friend in pain, but he can’t help if you don’t want him to.
     N tries asking about your ‘injury’ a few more times on the trip to ascertain what it is, but you keep it extremely vague because you feel super awkward talking to another dude about this. Eventually N saves it for later, and quietly leads you to the bunker. Once there, you test the systems to make sure they were all working, and by some miracle everything was up to snuff. You move deeper into the bunker so that the heating systems would work faster, and it took a blessedly short time for your suits to become too hot to wear. You strip to your normal clothes one layer at a time to not risk being frozen solid. You find what you imagined was once the living quarters and try to open the door to one of the rooms. It opens with some difficulty, but it does operate.
     Walking into the room, you sit your stuff down and lay on a surprisingly dust free couch. You guessed dust was just dead skin and dirt so it makes sense that a place that wasn’t near dirt and hadn’t seen a human in a while wouldn’t get that dirty. N made his way into the room shortly after you made yourself comfortable on the couch.
     “Hey (Y/N)? Now that we have shelter and everything, Can I ask you something?,” N inquires.
     You sigh, already knowing what he’s going to ask, “N, it’s really nothing you need to worry about. It goes away on its own.”
     “So it happens often?,” he questions further.
     You roll your eyes, “Yeah. It happens a few times a day, but I can usually ignore it.”
     “That often?,” N looks horrified at the realization, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help? I could try to find some medicine or something. These places have medical stuff sometimes, right?”
     “No, that’s not-,” you start, but stop when you feel a familiar ache in your delicate area, “There’s nothing you can… Well- No. There’s nothing you can do.” You guessed he was technically physically able to help, but you weren’t into guys.
     N makes his way over to the couch you were laying on and looms over you, “You hesitated. I just want to be useful, and I don’t like my friends being hurt.” He gives you a pleading look, “I just want to help.”
     You feel guilty for making him feel like this, but you really didn’t think it was a good idea to let him help you with your little problem. You rub the sides of your head as you think of the best way to explain the situation. Once you find the words that’ll get him off your back, you begin to explain, “It’s nothing serious. It’s just been a while since I’ve ‘relieved’ myself.”
     N looks confused and steps away from the couch and peers over it. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he looks at you again, “There’s a bathroom here.”
     “No, N. I mean in a different way. Like a sexual way. I haven’t been able to…Finish,” God this was awkward as hell. You really didn’t want to explain this to a friend of yours, and especially not one as innocent as N.
     “Oh,” N’s face displays a blush, “Yeah I guess without other humans around, that would be hard.”
     “Now you get why I didn’t want to say anything?,” you ask, laying your head down on the arm of the couch while you wait for the minor annoyance in your loins to dissipate.
     “Yeah,” N says in a far away tone. He thinks about something for a long while before he speaks again, “I… don’t mind helping you out with that.”
     You feel your brain short and you have to blink rapidly multiple times to get your mind back in working order, “What?”
     N begins to sputter out an explanation, “Well it’s a bit, you know, weird and new, but I meant what I said. I don’t like seeing you in pain, and, well…,” he fidgets with his fingers and looks anywhere in the room but at you, “I’m open to new things I guess.”
     “Uh,” you try to think of a way to let him down easy, “N, you don’t really have the required parts to make that work. You’re not human.”
     N walks over to the open door of the room and closes it with a push of a button. He turns back around and leans against the door, “I have a mouth you could… Use?” He more asks that last part as he’s clearly nervous about the whole situation.
     “Why, uh. Why’d you close the door?,” you ask, nervousness begins to overtake your mind.
     “Just some privacy. I know no one else is here, but it just feels less embarrassing when I’m less exposed,” he replies, “You know, when we start. IF we start, I mean. It’s up to you.”
     You try to ignore it, but the thought of having someone take care of you in that way does sound nice. Your own body begins to betray you as your member already begins to swell. You try to position one leg in such a way to hide the growing bulge in your pants before continuing, “Look, N. I appreciate the offer, but I’m not sure. I’ve never really done that stuff with a drone before, or anyone for that matter,” you admit. You’re not ashamed to admit it since N’s such a chill guy.
     “This would be my first time too actually. I’m a little nervous if you couldn’t tell,” N rubs the back of his neck, still avoiding your gaze.
     For some reason, hearing that makes the offer more appealing. Thinking about it makes your member throb, which makes a painful sensation as it struggles against its confines. You let out a short hiss as you reposition yourself. You see N’s eyes slowly move to your lower area, but once he realizes he’s been caught, he turns his head and laughs his awkward little laugh.
     “Fuck it,” you say and think to yourself.
     N watches you curiously as you reposition yourself to a sitting position. You try to think of what to say, but no words come to you. You let a nervous grin make its home on your face as you glance at N bashfully. He takes the hint and walks in front of you. Much to your surprise, he gets on his knees in front of you immediately. You feel your nerves begin to grow, but the anticipation of finally being able to get your rocks off greatly outweighed that. The fact that N was also a dude didn’t even register in your mind by this point. You were just looking forward to what was to come, and hopefully that was you.
     N moves his hands to rest on the outside of both of your thighs, but he stops his movements to ask a question, “Do you want me to take them off?” He had a goofy smile on his face that showed he was just as nervous as you were.
     You fidget to get your pants off, and when you do, N moves his hands away so you can do so unimpeded. You leave your underwear on and look at N, “You can do that one.”
     N looks sheepish at the order, but places his hands back on the sides of your legs. Unfortunately for you, his hands are kinda cold, but what’s what you get for trying to bang a robot. He slides his hands up the length of your legs until he gets to the hem of your underwear. He then leans his head over your lap as he pulls your underwear down, his eyes never leaving the bulge your member was creating. Once your manhood was freed from its confines, N moved back a little in surprise when it swung back up due to its rigidity.
     You give him a questioning look which he answers with a chuckle, “Sorry, It just startled me. I didn’t think it’d move.” N moves closer to you and inspects your manhood for a good long while, the only stimulation received during this time was when his hot breath washed over it. You wanted him to just stick it in already, but you didn’t want to seem needy or ungrateful.
     Eventually though, you did grow tired of the stalling, “N? If you changed your mind…” You didn’t want to finish the sentence in fear that the universe would put an end to this.
     N looks at you and shakes his head before he closes one eye and plants a kiss on the head of your dick. You twitch involuntarily, which N takes notice of. He begins to plant a stream of kisses on your member starting from the head, and slowly making his way down to the back of your shaft. By this point, his hands had found your hips to hold you in place. You didn’t have time to think on it as N gives your shaft a long lick from the base back up to the top. He ends the motion by opening his mouth, ready to take it into his maw.
     Your perception of time slows as you see razor sharp teeth fill the inside of N’s mouth. The realization that your manhood may be in danger registered too late as N takes the head of your member into his mouth, and sucks on it. The fear of a sensitive area being surrounded by potentially dangerous blades only made your heart beat faster, which kinda made the whole experience better.
     You watch as N begins to bob his head up and down on your shaft, slowly taking more and more into his mouth with even movement downward. He had this desperate look on his face like he wanted more of you in his mouth, and that did something to you. You reached a hand to the side of his head which got his attention. He didn’t stop working your shaft, but he did look up at you questioningly.
     With a breathy voice, you spoke, “Take all you want.”
     N took your whole length into his mouth and held it there for a few seconds before taking it out entirely. Not to deprive you of any pleasure, he begins stroking you, his saliva acting as lube for the motions.
     “Wow,” N’s blush was now one of his most prominent features, rivaled only by his dopey smile, “Are you enjoying this?”
     “How could I not? You’re amazing,” you run your fingers through his hair.
     He seems to get equal parts embarrassed and encouraged by the praise, “Good. I just couldn’t tell since you weren’t making any noise.”
     You laugh nervously, “Sorry, I usually try to stay quiet.”
     N picks up the pace with his stroking, “Can you make a little noise for me? I just want to know I’m doing a good job.” Without waiting for a response, N pops your member back into his mouth and begins to aggressively take in your length from the base to the bottom of the tip, but never letting the top leave his mouth.
     You were about to speak before he pulled that little stunt, and as a result a moan escaped your throat from the sudden sensation. You see a pleased look spread across N’s face from your noise. You want to comply with his request, but being noisy is new to you, and it’s a little embarrassing. You feel like this was a deliberate trick to get you to moan, and decide to get back at him. You take his hat and hold it up to you in such a way that the brim hides a majority of your face.
     N looks up at you to see what you’re doing, but when his eyes meet yours, you bite your lip and give him a long breathy groan. This makes him pick up the pace, and you can feel yourself getting close. Hiding your face in N’s hat makes the whole experience a little less embarrassing, and makes it more comfortable to vocalize how good a job he’s doing. Something you didn’t expect is that your nose would be filled with the smell of N. You didn’t notice any smells from the other drones you knew, but you didn’t go around sniffing them to be fair. Maybe it was because you were currently face fucking him, but your nose being filled with his scent was driving you crazy.
     “N…,” you say without thinking, your hand moving through his hair to get as much of him in your fingers as possible.
     He looks up at you, but your face is obscured by his own hat. He decides to ignore it, and continue his efforts,
     “N…,” his name escapes your mouth as lush pours out with it.
     N now realizes what this means and tries to go faster without hurting your pelvis. You were far beyond the point of caring about getting hurt as you felt your climax near. You felt heat rise in your manhood as N greedily sucked on your length. Before too long the dam was about to break, and you grabbed a fistfull of N’s hair and pulled him as close to you as you could. In surprise he tried to back away, but he quickly changed tunes when he felt the first spurt of cum leave your member and coat the back of his tongue. After that, he tightened his hold on your hips and pulled you closer to him with equal fervor that you were pulling him with. You let out a deep moan as you cum more and longer than you ever had before, the whole time vocalizing how great N did by repeating his name between your moans. You’re not sure why you were saying his name so much, but it made the orgasm ten times better.
     Once the ecstasy of orgasm has worn off, you release your grip on N’s head and flop backwards against the back of the couch. N stayed stationary, and it was only now you realized that he was swallowing all you gave him. You watch as he enjoys you deeply, not pulling away from you just yet. It’s only when you start to feel your member get a little flaccid does N slowly remove your shaft from his mouth. When he gets to the head, he pops it out of his mouth and lets it flop down, but he places a single kiss on the head before he pulls away, which causes it to twitch in appreciation. You realize that he cleaned your member completely for you, not a single remnant of your spunk remaining.
     N looks up at you with sultry eyes you never thought you’d ever see him have and you hide your face with his hat, still intoxicated by his scent. You’re sure the post nut clarity was supposed to hit any second now, but it wasn’t coming.
     N took his hat back from you and put it back on. You didn’t put up a fight considering it was his hat in the first place. He avoids looking at you bashfully like he didn’t just suck your soul out, “So, how do you feel?”
     “Better,” you answer quickly, “I feel a lot better. Thank you, N. I uh, You did great. That was almost unreal.”
     “If you need me to do that again, just let me know. I’m happy to help,” N buries his nerves and gives you a flirty smile.
     The idea of this becoming a regular thing hadn’t even crossed your mind. So what does that make you two now? You sure as shit weren’t going to be the ‘so what are we’ guy, but some clarification would be nice. Wait, shit. N’s a dude, so why did you like that so much? Well he doesn’t have genitals, so it’s not really gay right? Right? Yeah, we’re still good… Although now you can’t help but wonder about something.
     “Hey N? Do you want me to help you out? Do drones have pleasure receptors or something?,” you ask, not wanting to be a selfish lover. Lover? Damn it, you like men don’t you. Shit.
     N stands and dusts his coat off, “We kinda do, but you look like you’re about to pass out. You’ve had a long day, and probably need some sleep.”
     You hate to admit it, but you were pretty tired, “Oh, yeah, thanks.”
     You both sat there in silence for a minute as you both had a lot on your mind. Eventually N grew tired of playing with his fingers and asked a question, “You know it might be nice to maybe, I don’t know, Sleep together? If you want to.”
     Well that definitely sounds like a couple thing, but you definitely aren’t going to ask for clarification. That shit is awkward. You give him a smile, “Sure. I bet this place has a bed.”
     You see a goofy smile spread across his face with a prominent blush making itself known. Kinda weird that blushing was programmed in, but you guess it did make them more human like. You pull your underwear up to cover your shame, and wander around this living area in search of a bed. It was easy to find since these places were always built the same way every time. It was a sizable bed that could fit two people easily.
     “Found it,” you call out to N, who makes his way over to you.
     You begin to walk to the bed, but just before you reach it, you feel N’s, now much warmer, hands stop you. The action moves into a hug from behind as N embraces you.
     N tugs at your shirt, “Do you think you could not wear this? I don’t want you to get too hot with the heaters running all day.”
     “You just want me naked,” you accuse.
     “No! I just thought it’d get really hot and uncomfortable for you,” he backs off and tries to explain.
     You decide to mess with him, “So you don’t want to see me naked?”
     He freezes, feeling too embarrassed to say the truth.
     You laugh at his panic, “I’m just messing with you, calm down.”
     He laughs with you, “Oh thank robogod.”
     You take your shirt off, but by throwing it to the floor, you notice that N is eyeing your underwear. More specifically, your bulge. Seems like he’s a little pent up himself. You don’t think he realizes you’ve caught him and decide to move slowly while you strip. You catch him drooling a little bit, which he immediately wipes away and tries to play it off. You pretend not to see for his benefit. You get on the bed and lay down. You catch the sight of N stripping while you wait for him in bed. You’ve never seen him without his coat before, and you regret not seeing him sooner. Aside from the legs, he has the same body structure as V. You guess that's just how disassembly drones were made. You were not complaining.
     You felt your member react when you saw him crawl to you on all fours on the bed. He was quick to cuddle up next to you and lay his head on your chest. Despite how big he is, he doesn’t seem to weigh that much more than a person does. You don’t even experience any difficulty breathing with him on you like this. He occasionally made a humming noise, but other than that he was silent throughout the night. That was until you had already fallen asleep.