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The sky holds that rich blackness it has for days upon days now. Thanatos was never the kind of person to enjoy such ridiculous pleasantries such as the sun; granted, he wasn't exactly a person. Maybe that's why he had never missed the sun. Although the heat had always left his metal-coated form scorching, which would occasionally give him an interesting advantage in battle, times such as those salum come up.
Now he lay watch for his new—what would they be called? Companions? Perhaps they were more of an adventuring party. Thanatos had no use for them, but something in him had allowed them to follow along anyway.
‘Extra support.’ He would tell himself.
Exandroth did seem like a worthwhile addition to his cause. His strength is obvious and ruthless, much like his own. Any being that hated the gods as he did was a good teammate in the construct's mind.
Watching over the lush green scenery, his gaze is drawn to the silent sleeping form of Peter. His chest rises and falls as his soft snores fill the campsite. He's curled up, snuggling close to his bag.
‘Peaceful.’
Before the construct could think it through, he was slowly making his way to the man sleeping peacefully. He watches carefully, sensors tracing his face and lips, which are parted slightly.
Thanatos didn't understand why he was so fascinated by the human.
Maybe it's because he holds such a powerful and necessary being—or maybe because of Exandroth.
Whatever it was—Lizard or Exandroth—he could not deny his strange attachment to the man. His mind always seemed to drift back to him, and seeing how they had only met a short time ago, this did send off some alarm bells for him.
He was obsessed with him. Gods only knows why.
It didn't matter. Thanatos had one goal, and no puny human would get in his way.
Peter suddenly gasps. Thanatos is sure he's been caught before he begins to roll on his back. He snores loudly, a bit of spit rolling down his cheek. Thanatos gently brings his hand up to the sleeping man's face, swiping his thumb over his cheek and getting rid of the dribble.
A strange, intense feeling overcomes him—metal heating up. A small puff of smoke shoots out from his face plate.
Quickly, he pulls his hand away.
‘That's new…’
He gazes back down at Peter. Slowly, his eyes wander lower, a small bit of the man's pudgy stomach peeking out and his shirt creeping up.
Another puff of smoke as he reaches closer. He carefully slides his top further up.
‘What's happening to me?'
He can't stop himself. Slowly sliding his large, cold metal hand under, Peter shivers but doesn't flinch. Thanatos continues.
He begins dragging his fingers lower, down to his pants. Hooking a finger into the hem, he pulls down his pants and underwear.
There isn't much hair—not that Thanatos was expecting it. A small trail of light, almost invisible hair going from his stomach down to-
‘Curious…’
What Thanatos was expecting was to see a below-average tanned cock, but what stood in its place was a pudgy vagina.
The construct isn't too diverse in human anatomy, but he knows enough to understand that this isn't normal.
His wiring begged to touch. Why not learn more about this strange discovery? Surely Peter would not mind—not if he didn't know about it.
He carefully brings a metal finger to the sleeping man's lips, brushing over them as if he were made of glass. Peter doesn't move, so he gets bolder.
The finger slowly pushes the man's lips apart, Thanatos stares at his folds. Sensors memorizing every detail. The construct had never seen anything like it before.
Suddenly Peter lets out a small exhale, but a quick glance confirms he's still sound asleep.
Gently, Thanatos begins to massage his folds. A strange, clear liquid coated his metallic finger. He pushes deeper, finding Peter's opening and slowly, delicately, sliding the limb inside.
Peter sighs, his thighs twitching slightly. Thanatos doesn't stop this time, pushing deeper in. The absurd slick noises cause his temperature to rise, making the metal hot and steamy. He runs his thumb over the man's clit, bathing in the airy whimpers the man begins to let out.
"Peter…"
His voice is soft and low, sighing as he moves his finger in more and more, till he's all the way up to the knuckle. Or what would be the knuckle on a human's body.
The construct begins to pump in and out of him. Every noise from the man's cunt makes Thanatos lose more and more control.
Sensors locked on the two fingers sliding in and out, speeding up.
He's so focused he doesn't notice as the same man he's knuckles deep in begins to squirm, his eyes blinking open.
“T-Thanatos?” Peter rubs the sleep from his eyes with his fist. His vision adjusts quickly, looking down to see where he and the robot are connected. His breath hitches, and his eyes widen. He begins to open his mouth to speak again, but Thanatos beats him to it.
“Shh, relax, Peter. I was just curious.” Peter gasps, propping himself up on his elbows.
“What do you—why are you—than?" Whimpers and confused gasps escape him as Thanatos begins to move again, ignoring his confusion. Peter moans, quickly bringing a hand up to smother his embarrassing noises. Thanatos, on the other hand, wants more.
The construct continues to thrust his two fingers in, faster and faster. Peter twitches, gripping the grass, dirt collecting under his nails.
“T-Thana- tos-” Pathetic whimpers are pushed out of him as the robot shoves his fingers in deeper, another finger sliding in next to the others.
“Peter… You're leaking?" Slick flows from the man's hole; obscene squelching echoes softly across the campsite. Peter looks down, whimpering. The robot's fingers are big enough to be the size of two members sliding next to each other, surrounded by the man's walls.
Peter reaches out, grabbing Thanatos’s wrist and trying desperately to pull him out.
But Peter is nowhere strong enough to fight against the large god-slaying construct. His only other option is to plead with him.
“P-please- Than! Why are you, oh gosh, please-" Is the most he can get out.
He screams at himself in his mind, arguing with his body as he bucks his hips up into the robot's touch.
“Quiet Peter, I mean you no harm.” The fingers speed up.
“T-too much-!” His soft body twitches and shakes violently as Thanatos adds yet another finger.
It feels like his insides are being ripped apart, with the robot spreading him open and peering inside like a present on Christmas morning. He whines hopelessly.
Deep down, Peter knows that if he really tried, he could get away. Worst comes to worst, he would call upon Exandroth.
But the angel was right; Peter is a pushover.
He can't fight back, and he might not even want to. As much as Thanatos's fingers are burning him from the inside, there's also a slight pleasure to it.
No one ever wants him like this. No one ever lets Peter feel this kind of pleasure. It's intoxicating.
And sure, maybe it's because he's a robot (Peter's not even sure if he has a dick), but he's still being gentle.
For Thanatos, that's saying a lot.
He's going slow, stretching him open, whispering to him.
It's not making love, but he'll take what he can get.
“O-oh Thanatos! Oh gosh, keep going!" Thanatos's lights shine with a bright blue hue, smoke puffing out from his cracks.
“Does it… Does this feel good for you?" Peter swears he hears a slight breathless affliction in his voice.
“Yes- gosh, yes! Hurts- b-but- feelsss good!" Gasping and squirming, Peter feels the approach of his climax coming quickly.
“T-Thanatos! R-right there, fuck, I-Im almost- I'm-”
He squeaks, trying his best to remain quiet. Orgasm hitting him like an avalanche. His cum covers the construct’s fingers and hand. Panting heavily, Peter shuts his eyes and slowly regains his ability to think.
“What was… that?” The deep, gravelly voice of his companion makes him feel dizzy all over again.
Slowly, Peter begins to feel the familiar haze of sleep lapping at his feet. Thanatos watches him carefully.
“Peter? Are you all right?” A small hint of worry sneaks its way into his robotic pattern. Peter does his best to open his eyes and not slip away into a pleasant sleep.
“I'm- I'm fine. Don't worry, I'm just-” He takes in a large breath.
“-Calming down.”
Tilting his head, Thanatos inches closer.
“Did you just reach your orgasm?” The man nods.
“Curious…”
The construct pulls away, standing up and making his way to a fallen tree that will soon be his place of rest. Peter props himself up on his elbows.
“What are you-”
“It's your turn to be look out.”
“Wait but-”
Before Peter can ask him anything, Thanatos has already taken off his helmet and pressed his button. His eyes, like lights, shut off, leaving Peter in the dark.
He stares dumbfounded at the construct before looking down and realizing he's still very much naked from the waist down. Pulling up his wet underwear and pants, he whispers to himself.
“Did that actually just happen?"
A dull throbbing ringing in the back of his skull answers back.
"Yes, it did.”