WaRnInG!!!! This story is box boy! Lemon! Yaoi! >< don't like don't read!!!
To tell you the truth, I'm not even sure when it began. I remember the first time I downloaded him, and I watched that small bundle of yellow joy appear on my screen for the first time.
His aqua orbs, his button nose, those tiny hands. Yet nothing left my mind more than that gorgeous head of hair.
I can't even pin point for you the moment in time where I'd began to anticipate the time I'd get home and get to socialise with that adorable little singbot. I can't even pin point the place in time when I'd started ignoring the other vocaloids, with nothing more than him on my mind.
I can't tell you when it happened. When I took to my pc on a late afternoon, bored and needing the attention he gave me. I was craving it the same way Sebastian craved cats. I needed him, yet I knew I couldn't get to him. For he was nothing more than a download on my pc.
"How to code."
The words were bashed into the search bar in hopes for a better future. I wanted him. I wanted him all for myself. I couldn't take what he was giving me. I needed more. More. More.... and if that meant doing it myself. Then so be it.
"Welcome home, Master!" The words rolled of his tongue with such each, his voice bubbling with excitement as his pixilated pupils focused on me, taking my every inch in.
This is why I'd done it. To experience love. To get him to love me back. I needed him. And now I had him in my hands.
"Len!" I exclaimed, fumbling on my words as to not sound to desperate for him, "did you try on the new module I ordered for you?" I asked with curiosity, dissapointed that he wasn't already sat in the clothes I'd picked for him. Len coked his head to the side, eyes trailing away.
"What module?" He asked. It was obvious he was teasing. His voice was spicy. Dan, I wanted him.
"Punkish." I retorted almost instantly, forcing a baby pink blush to paint it's way onto Lens' cheek.
"A-ah, Master.... I tried it on... b-but I wasn't too sure if it was my kinda thing?" The pitch in his voice trailed off higher as he finished his sentence, almost as to change the statement to a question.
"Oh Len, it's definetly your thing."
He did it. My eyes flickering from his collar bones to his thighs, his shoulder blades to that gorgeous ass. The leather of the outfit hugged him in all the right places, gripping well against his shoulders, his ass, his cock. It was everything I needed. And added to that shy little face of his as I told him to twirl in his new module?
Damn
I thought.
I'm in trouble.
