My Dirty Mind (It's back!!!)

Help Me Sleep (Gay)

18+! So. I, uh, I kinda haven't worked on anything here lately. I'm sorry. I may have also deleted those chapters I promised. My bad. So just, please enjoy my dirty mind...

"How are you still training?" I nearly tripped while I was trying to turn around. Smooth as silk right here.
Jackie was watching me, leaning against the doorway. "I couldn't sleep." Breathing sucks. Seriously. My lungs are supposed to be performing an action to keep me alive, and they suck at it. Even for super powered ones.
He nodded quietly as I turned off the treadmill. "So your solution was to run thirty miles an hour till you passed out. A little extreme, but hey, I'm no judge." As he talked he walked, moving with a slow curiosity towards me. "There might be something wrong with your energy damper. Let me check."
I sighed and turned around, moving my hair away from my neck. I wasn't too happy with the placing of my electronics. I always felt so vulnerable when someone checked them. I couldn't see them, couldn't feel them, and unless they talked to me, I couldn't hear then either. I heard the hiss of air as the small panel opened, then a sigh. "Everything's in order back here. You might just have some pretty big energy reserves."
The panel hissed again as it closed and I turned around, pouting a little. "So I'm stuck staying awake until four in the morning again?"
He scratched the back of his head for a minute, looking up. "I can ask the doctor to look into an off switch if you want, but not until he gets back on Friday."
Friday. Four days of only getting two hours of sleep. Fuck. "Shit. He won't be back any sooner?" I wiped the sweat I'd built up off my forehead, watching him carefully. Honestly I could just turn on my inner fans and not have to worry about sweating or straining my lungs, but it just felt weird to me. Another one of the things to remind me how unhuman I was now.
He threw his hands up defensively, taking a step back. "Sorry. I'm only allowed to call him for emergencies."
I let out a frustrated huff and sat on the bench. It felt like an emergency to me. "You have any ideas? I would like to sleep eventually."
He cocked his head to the side, and I saw his eyes flutter as the computer in his head ran through the options. Mine already had, and I'd already tried all but two. One wasn't gonna happen, and the other required a partner. "Spar?" So he went with option two. I wouldn't have minded the first choice if it was with him, but beggars can't be choosers.
I nodded and walked over towards the big circle in the middle of the room. "What's the rules?"
"Do you want ring outs?" I thought for a second and shook my head. Too easy. "So whoever admits defeat first. Got it?"
"I got it." I took my stance, a pretty simple boxer's. His was more open, designed for grappling. I'd learned that the hard way before. He was marginally stronger than me, but a good hold could make that difference a lot larger.
He stared me down for a second and then leapt forward, reaching towards my throat. He's really trying to end this quickly, isn't he? I stepped to the side, barely avoiding his grip, and quickly jabbed, getting a good hit to the side of his head. He stumbled a little, but recovered a little too quickly for my taste.
He ran at me again, but I didn't move out the way fast enough. He managed to grab my arm and he pulled me towards him. Panic time. On instinct I ducked, and my momentum slammed me into his stomach. He let out a huff of pained breath, and I don't think I'm gonna waste this chance again.
I landed a strong hit to his stomach, followed by another hit to his head. I didn't want to press my luck so I backed off a little, getting myself out of arms reach. I was panting, but so was he. Fair trade I guess. "Y'know, you might get more hits in if you stop playing it safe."
I shrugged, turning my inner fans on. I couldn't fight if I couldn't breath. He watched me carefully before running at me again. I got ready to avoid his hands, but at the last second he changed tactics, slamming his shoulder into me. I cried out in surprise, my mind reeling as my feet left the ground.
The world slowed down for me, the same way it does every time I take a hard hit. It was a self defense mechanism they'd built into my brain. A way to analyze and respond to threats. It certainly helped.
I look down, ignoring the pain in my stomach. His shoulder is buried into my gut, and he's still pushing forward, his feet moving as fast as they can. He's trying to run me into the wall. The wall is about twenty feet away from where he hit me. He's about 6'2, and his feet are landing about four feet apart from each other. He's already taken three steps. I'll hit the wall in two.
Reality sped up, and as he lifted his foot from his fourth step, I acted. I gripped his belt loop and pulled, lifting myself over his shoulder. Using my last second, I put my feet against his shoulder blades and pushed against him, leaping forward a good ten feet.
I heard a loud thud, as well as a cracking, crumbling sound as I landed, and I looked over my shoulder to check the damage. I winced when I did too. He was embedded in the wall. Several inches. I could see wall jutting out a little past him.
I smirked in a silent victory, but it quickly faded as he pulled himself out, unharmed. As a new generation, I was faster, mentally and physically, and I had my ability to slow my processing of time. He, however, was built for power and durability. It wasn't gonna be an easy fight. Although he did look pissed.
He pressed a foot against the wall and leapt, cracking the wall behind him. I managed to dodge the punch he threw, grabbing his wrist and leaping over him. It pulled his arm across his chest and over his shoulder, which could hurt like a bitch if it's done hard enough.
He scoffed and I felt his elbow dig into my sighed, knocking the air out of my lungs. I let go and stumbled a little, trying to let my fans kick back in. He pressed his advantage, grabbing my wrist and pulling me tight so my back was to his chest. "Is this working?"
I glanced to my left, where my current battery levels were listed. They'd gone down some, but not enough. "Not yet." I stomped on his foot. Hard.
He groaned and his grip loosened for just a second. I took the chance and slipped around, twisting his wrists and turning myself around. His eyes widened in surprise and I leapt forward, putting all my weight into his chest. He feel back, and when we hit the ground, I was on his stomach, trying to pin his arms.
His eye caught mine, and the world stopped again. It wasn't me though. It just felt like the whole world stopped for just that moment, just for me and him. His dark grey eyes were shining from the overhead lights, and his chest was heaving from exertion, and his muscles were glistening with sweat. It was fucking sexy as all hell.
I was seeing warning screens out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored them, quickly leaning forward and pressing my lips to his. They tasted amazing, almost like caramel. He did eat a lot, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. He quickly recovered, forcing his tongue into my mouth. God, he was good at this.
I decided to try something. I started roughly sucking on his tongue, while also scooting down so my hips were his. He groaned and I his hands pull away from mine and start massaging my ass. I broke the kiss for air. Even my super powered lungs couldn't keep up. I glanced at my battery bar and felt a spark of joy. My battery was starting to drain faster.
I looked at him again and leaned into his ear. "I'm having so much trouble going to sleep. Won't you help me go to sleep?" I whispered tauntingly, and his grip tightened before suddenly I was on my back, with my arms pinned above my head and one of his hands aggressively pulling and my sweatpants.
I caught his eye and felt a shudder travel down my spine. His eyes weren't conveying any human emotion. All I could see was animalistic lust, and I realized how long it had been for him. It had been years since his operation, and he couldn't be with anyone who didn't have our level of cybernetics. Too dangerous for them. My operation had been a few months ago, but I honestly felt as desperate as he looked.
He finally worked my sweats off me, and got to work undoing his. I couldn't help but to lick my lips when I saw his bulge. He was definitely packing the good kinda goods. He slipped his boxers down and hooked my legs around him, and then... Pain.
For the first time in months, I felt genuine, real pain. I could feel everything. I could feel my body working to adjust to him, the warmth that seemed to be searing my insides, and the clawing pain that came with it. And I fucking loved it.
I screamed in delirious pleasure, throwing my head back into the concrete floor. He groaned and leaned forward, pinning my arms down harder and pressing his lips to mine again.
   He started thrusting harder, and my body reacted to it. My legs wound their way around him, locking him against me. I moaned in pleasure as he used the chance to get deeper into me, aggressively biting down my shoulder. "Fuck yes!" I couldn't stop myself from making the sounds I was, my squeaks and cries and any other of the sounds I couldn't hear over the sound of his ragged breathing.
   He grunted in response and started thrusting harder. I was gonna have bruises from this, but I didn't care. I don't think I'd ever cared less in fact. There was a fire in my stomach, and with every thrust of his, the flames soared to dangerous heights. I cried out and bit down on his shoulder as I came, spasms racking through me.
   He grunted again and I heard a sigh as he came, the warm liquid spurting through me. It felt amazing. We stayed like that for a few seconds, both of our breathing heavy and hot.
   He slowly pulled out and I reluctantly released him. He sat back on his knees, watching me. No doubt I looked a mess. That was his fault though. I forced myself into a seating position, wincing a little from the pressure, but it didn't hurt too much. My cybernetics were already doing their best to repair my body from the harm we'd caused.
   He watched me for a minute, and then opened his mouth to talk. Funnily enough, I didn't want to hear his voice. He inhaled sharply as my lips pressed against his, before gently pulling me away. "Bed." He exhaled, starting to pant again.
   I stared at him for a second and then smirked. "No."
   He raised an eyebrow but then scooped me up, carrying towards the door. I didn't fight it. I was saving my for once we got there. It didn't take more than a minute or two, and once we were past the door, I started moving.
   I slipped out of his arms, getting behind him in an instant. He turned in surprise and I tackled him onto the bed, positioning myself on his stomach again. He growled but didn't move to get me off. "We're at the bed, aren't we?" I teased, loving the small twitch in his eye from it.
   I reached behind me and started massaging him, and I wasn't surprised he was at full mast already. I positioned myself again, then bit my lip in pain as I lowered myself onto him. "S-shit~" I moaned as my ass bumped his legs. I fucking loved this feeling. He groaned a little and gripped my cheeks, leaving my hands free to wander on his perfect chest.
   I started bouncing quickly, shots of pain and pleasure speeding through me. I moaned and felt his grip tighten. Looks like someone else was enjoying this too. I started bouncing faster, my breaths starting to come in ragged. The fire was building again, and just as it reached it's peak, I felt his hand come down hard on my ass. I cried out and came, the pleasure sending me into a shaking fit. He grunted and I felt my new favorite feeling spreading through me again. Christ I loved this.
   We panted again as I lifted myself off him, shaking in the chill. He watched me carefully as he slipped out from under me. "Finished?"
   I shivered again and shook my head. He sighed and turned to leave. Time for drastic measures. I quickly turned onto all fours, lifting my ass into the air and whined. I could hear him turn around and then another sigh, although this one sounded less like disappointment and more like acceptance.
   I heard the bed creak and then I felt his hands groping my ass. I moaned in pleasure, my vision blurring. God I loved this. He groaned and then I felt another harsh slap to my ass before he pushed back into me. I cried out and threw my head back. Right into his waiting hand.
   I cried out again as he tugged roughly on my hair, using it as a hold to fuck me harder. All I could do was moan and scream, each thrust sending me into a fit. His breath was ragged, and I could feel every inch of him melting my insides. I ignored the readings popping up in the corner of my eye. I didn't want math to ruin this.
   I cried out again and he growled, shoving my face down into the bed. I tried to pull up and he held me there, slapping my ass again. "I'll let you breath when you can shut the fuck up." He growled, although the threat was pointless. We both knew my lungs were too powerful for that.
   He kept relentlessly pounding me, every muscle in my body screaming with effort. I couldn't hold it any longer. I came again, throwing my hips back in desperation. As I came down from my high, I felt him pull out. Without cumming. I whimpered and he chuckled, pulling my face around by my hair. "Does this little bitch want something?"
   God I never realized how hot dirty talk was. I could barely move my head enough to nod. Words were too difficult right now. He chuckled and pulled me roughly down to him, waving himself in my face. I panted from exhaustion, but I still leaned forward, eagerly taking him in my mouth. He groaned and started roughly thrusting into my mouth, making my eyes bulge as I gagged. "Dirty little slut. Fucking whore. Greedy cum dump." Every insult was said with another harsh thrust, and I loved it.
   I could barely see through my tears, but I was having the time of my life. He pulled his free hand back and smacked me across the face. I cried out and he groaned, slamming my face against his stomach. I felt him twitch and then the thick, salty liquid cascaded down the back of my throat.
   I looked up in tears, my throat sore, my ass sore, and my energy reserves finally emptying out. I blacked out, but I saw a smirk playing at his lips as I collapsed. Something tells me this wasn't the last time this was happening.

I have nothing to say for myself.