bakerstreet | If you're by my side, anything is bearable.

If you're by my side, anything is bearable.

ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ

Of all the places in this world, there's nowhere worse you could be than where you are now. You're in hell - metaphorically or literally - and laying down and just dying seems more and more like the valid action to take. But you can't go any lower and death could be a no escape. There's only one thing keeping you from being a jaded, broken husk: you've fallen in love with someone who shares this fate. It's a love so different than the norm, that only those who've known this desolation can fathom. Perhaps they give you hope, they're an innocent worth keeping safe, they showed you unexpected kindness, or they're simply something to cling to. No matter what, you'll protect them and you wouldn't dream of leaving this place without them. They will leave, though...

...even if you don't.

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ＣＡＰＴＵＲＥＤ → For a crime you committed or not, you're in a prison.
ＶＡＬＵＥ → Something about you is worth quite a deal to the wrong person.
ＳＣＩＥＮＴＩＦＩＣ → You're nothing but an experiment, a lab rat.
ＰＥＲＳＥＣＵＴＥＤ → Your mistreatment is not because of what you've done. It's for who you are.
ＦＲＥＡＫＳＨＯＷ → All of your oddities are on display for the amusement of others.
ＦＯＲＣＥ → You have to do horrible things, though not of your own will or design.
ＲＡＣＫ → There's not just isolation or imprisonment on your plate - there's physical torture as well.
ＢＲＩＭＳＴＯＮＥ → "Hell" is no hyperbole; you're in the fiery pit itself.
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Aoba let out a shaky little sigh when he felt R-2's bare hand against his cheek. There was something so intimate about it, and it struck Aoba with more force than he'd thought it would.

"That feels nice..." he murmured, leaning into the touch as one of his arms went to wrap around R-2's waist in order to get closer to him. He tilted his head up a bit to smile at R-2.

Suddenly R-2 knew what it was: what he felt, what it was called. What else could it be? He'd been built, programmed with reactive emotions, but something in him was different. Something in him had been contained by Toue's programming, but it was also what had allowed him to be freed.

Aoba looked up at him and a thought became an impulse, an impulse became a burning need. He cupped Aoba's cheek in his palm, bracing him gently, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Not his brow this time, not his cheeks. His lips, softly but certainly.

Aoba didn't see it coming. He had no experience, no knowledge of things like these, so when he R-2's cupped his cheek and leaned down he didn't know what he was going to do. A soft gasp left his lips when he felt R-2's press against them.

That warm, fluttery feeling in his stomach grew stronger. He wasn't sure what to do, but did what came naturally - which just happened to be to press his lips back to R-2's. They were so soft and warm... The feeling made his heart beat faster, and this time it was not a bad thing.

There was a frozen moment where R-2 balked at that gasp, thinking Aoba displeased, but then the man pressed closer and scattered R-2’s uncertainty before it could take root.

Though he had the programmed knowledge, like Aoba, R-2 had no experience. He knew where to put his lips and he knew kissing Aoba on the mouth like this was not the same as kissing his cheeks or brow. What he didn’t know was how it would feel, how his circuits would hum when he felt the pressure upon his lips of Aoba returning the kiss.

R-2’s hand drifted down just a bit, resting along Aoba’s neck and feeling his heartbeat flutter. When he parted the kiss and it made soft sound between their lips, that wasn’t something his programmed knowledge prepared him for, either.

He regarded Aoba in a tender daze then. …What had they been talking about?

Aoba didn't want it to stop. When R-2 pulled away he felt disappointed, and when he saw the way R-2 looked at him... Aoba couldn't help himself. He gripped lightly at the front of R-2's bodysuit with one hand and leaned back in to connect their lips again.

He was probably terrible at it. He had no idea what to do once R-2's lips were against his - all he knew was that he wanted more of that soft, warm pressure of R-2's mouth to his own. Something told him it could be even better than just that, and he pressed his lips more insistently against R-2's.

Oh…must not have been a terribly important conversation….

Aoba pressed back into him and R-2 briefly closed his eyes, humming a happy, laughing sound in his throat as he put his arm back around Aoba and held him near as could be.

R-2 moved his lips in little increments, ultimately tilting his head a bit into the pillow in order to slant their lips together and close up the stray bits of space between them. He licked his lips at a moment to dampen them, the tip of his tongue grazing Aoba’s lower lip for a heartbeat before R-2 pressed back into kissing.

Aoba had already forgotten why he'd even woken up in the first place. All that mattered now was this. He moved his arms to wrap around R-2's neck instead, feeling closer to him that way.

His breath caught in his throat when he felt R-2's tongue against his lip. It was such a brief, fleeting thing, and Aoba wanted more. With his fingers threading through R-2's soft hair he parted his own lips and let his tongue out to dab at Clear's lips in a manner that was both playful and a little shy.

Though it had soothed him before, Aoba’s fingers in his hair was like flint making sparks on stone this time. Aoba-san. His partner. R-2 loved him and now he was free and they were free and they would be together and they would take care of Sei and—

Ah, but he was only thinking about Aoba right now and the way that man was baiting him in with that warm tap of his tongue. R-2 took it, hook line and sinker, opening his mouth to the touch and greeting Aoba’s tongue with his own.

The feeling of R-2's tongue against his own had him gasping. It was wet and should probably have been a little gross, but somehow it wasn't. R-2 seemed to have more of an idea of what to do than Aoba did, but what Aoba lacked in knowledge he made up for with enthusiasm. He clumsily pressed his tongue against R-2's, his own breathing quickening as he attempted to slide it into the other's mouth.

The warmth in his stomach was starting to move lower, and Aoba recognized the sensation. He'd been an hormonal teenager once, after all, though he'd never had the words to describe what he was feeling, nor what exactly it meant.

Oh, if their former captors could have seen them now, the reports they would have made! And Aoba's nightmare would have come true, no doubt, the android separated from the man for daring to show such human emotion and attachment.

R-2 welcomed Aoba in greedily, stroking his tongue his tongue under the other's as he sucked it into his mouth like some rare treat. How strange it was, but how sweet! R-2 had little concept of "grossness" either, particularly when Aoba was Aoba.

Dawns always were the proverbial new beginnings. Perhaps it was only appropriate, even in its strangeness, that the morning light would seep in on the two of them meeting each other in this new way.

An android and a young man who had spent his entire life as a test subject... What a pair they made. Aoba had no real concept of what was considered normal or strange, didn't know anything about societal rules since he'd been excluded from it his whole life. All he knew was that he wanted to be with R-2 like this, to feel him close and to never be separated from him.

As the kiss deepend, Aoba felt warmer and it caused him to squirm a little against R-2's body. A little moan left him, muffled against R-2's mouth as his tongue was sucked on. He was so lost in these sensations that he didn't notice that the sun was going up, nor did he take note of the fact that his fingers were gripping slightly at R-2's hair by now.

R-2 noticed and reveled in the sensation. His scalp seemed to tingle at the roots of all those tugged hairs and he liked the way Aoba clung to him so. They were partners, in love, doing as lovers do and….

Aoba was beneath the futon blankets and R-2 was atop them still, but something in the way Aoba squirmed touched off against his background stores of knowledge. How starved they were for each other, as R-2 wrestled Aoba’s tongue back to his mouth by chasing it with his own to explore him for a turn.

R-2 slid his hand down, too, following the blanketed contour of Aoba’s body to his hip, adjusting the way he held him close.

"Mnn...!" Aoba gasped as R-2 pulled his tongue into his mouth. It made that warm, tingly feeling inside of him even more intense and he gripped a little harder at the other's hair.

It was only when he felt R-2's hand on his hip that he realised he was still beneath the blanket, which just provided another barrier between himself and R-2. He moved one of his hands down to pull the blanket away from his body, kicking it away and moving even closer to R-2.

He tangled his legs in with R-2's, breath stuttering slightly as he could now feel the other's body much better.

How warm and alive he was! It would have been a lie to say that R-2 didn’t lose more sounds of muffled laughter somewhere in there. And why not? He was happy, delighting in their freedom and the revelation of what it really was that Aoba meant to him.

R-2’s giggles were meant as an encouragement in their own way, anyway, his lips curled into a smile between deeper and shallower kisses alike. He hooked his legs with Aoba’s when they were freed, running his hand down the other’s side again. This time, though, without second thought he slipped his bare hand down the back of Aoba’s pants, cupping his palm over one warm buttcheek and using that as his handhold to pull Aoba close to him. R-2’s fingers kneaded softly at this bold discovery, thrilling at the feel of his skin without any layers in the way.

Aoba could hear those sweet little giggles between their mouths and it made his heart skip a beat. R-2 was so cute...

He had to pull away from R-2's mouth when he felt his hand on his ass, gasping loudly through parted, wet and kiss-swollen lips.

The feeling hot, tingling between his legs was growing stronger and stronger. He had experienced having an erection before, and despite masturbation not being a subject that had been brought up by the scientist explaining puberty to him and Sei when they were younger, Aoba had still tried touching himself out of curiousity. It had felt good, and he couldn't help but to wonder what it would feel like if R-2 touched him there. All he could really think to do was to try and move himself closer to the android's body, his groin now pressed flush against R-2's.

When Aoba jerked back with that gasp, R-2’s eyes were wide and attentive, eager rather than apologetic. What was there to apologize for, right? They were lovers and, in his way, R-2 was an innocent himself despite having more theoretical knowledge than Aoba did. Of course he would have apologized if that gasp had turned to distress or irritation, but in the absence of such….

Oh, and then he felt it. Aoba pressed so close and R-2 realizing there was something poking him through Aoba’s clothes. The android glanced down for a moment, surprised only by the novelty of encountering something new for the first time, then giggling with delight all over again. After all, that just confirmed it, didn’t it? That he was Aoba’s partner and lover!

He pressed his lips to Aoba’s again, a surge in playfulness making it more smooch than kiss, and then he bumped Aoba’s nose with his own.

“We need to be quiet so we don’t wake up Sei-san,” R-2 reminded him softly, but otherwise not the least bit deterred by the presence of the second twin sleeping deeply on the other futon. If he and Aoba had had somewhere else to go, maybe, but….

With that in mind, R-2 disentangled himself from Aoba just enough to start squirming downwards. Still on his side, he pulled that blanket back over Aoba’s lower half—and himself with it, pink eyes sparkling as he glanced up at the man from under that improvised cover before pressing a kiss to the outside of that telltale bulge at Aoba’s groin.

R-2's behaviour was so cute... It just made Aoba want him more. Want. He'd never known what it was like to want someone before, but that was the only way he could describe it - this feeling of craving to be close to R-2, to touch him and be touched by him.

When he mentioned Sei, Aoba realised that he'd forgotten that his brother was sleeping not far from them at all... It didn't put him off, though. Maybe if he'd had some sort of clue about societal norms and rules he would've realised it's not really appropriate to engage in sexual activities with someone sleeping next to you - especially if that person was a family member, but now he didn't. His only concern was that Sei needed his rest, so he wouldn't want to wake him.

He was confused when R-2 started to move down, though, and raised an eyebrow, but then he felt the other's lips against the outside of his underwear. Aoba had to press a hand against his mouth to stifle the moan that left his lips at the unexpectedly intense feeling of pleasure that went through him then. It felt so much better than when he'd touched himself...

R-2 had more knowledge of what was culturally appropriate, but to be quite honest... he just didn't care, just wasn't letting that knowledge sway his actions right now. Freedom meant not having to wait. Free will, freedom of choice... and he was choosing to be naughty.

Aoba's reaction continued to delight him and kept R-2 going, curling his fingers (bare and gloved alike) in the other's waistband and wriggling his clothes lower on his hips. When Aoba's erection popped free of the confines, flushed and straining, R-2 giggled at it too.

Then, head tilted to watch for a reaction, R-2 gave the underside of the shaft a kiss of its own.

Aoba felt entirely comfortable letting R-2 lead the way, since he seemed to have some knowledge of these sort of things (had he been programmed with that knowledge? What the hell Toue...).

He felt a cool draft around his crotch as R-2 pulled his underwear down, and he had to practically stuff his fist into his mouth to muffle himself when R-2 kissed his length. The feeling made his cock throb with excitement and being forced to try and keep quiet was more difficult than he would've thought.

He couldn't keep himself from squirming, though, and in an attempt to ground himself somewhat he let his free hand down to grip lightly at R-2's hair.

Whatever Toue’s designs, perverted or otherwise, R-2 never thought twice. If a robot could feel alive, that was what he felt right now, drunk on freedom and the realization that he loved and being able to act on all these feelings as they occurred to him.

“You can pull harder if you need to,” R-2 murmured at that grip. It wasn’t that he liked or wanted to be hurt, but if Aoba needed it, R-2 could endure it. Not to mention that if he wasn’t in a position to see Aoba’s face, it would help convey the man’s response to him….

R-2 curled his arm under his head for support then, using just his bare fingers to trace and explore Aoba’s dick with earnest curiosity. Of course, it made him want to explore Aoba’s body in entirety now that he grasped the extent of their partnership, but that would have to wait for greater privacy somewhere.

Aoba didn't really want to grip harder at R-2's hair, but he might have to considering how good it all felt so it was kind of reassuring to have R-2 tell him it was okay.

The teasing touches to his cock were almost unbearable, and soon his fingers were indeed clenching harder in R-2's hair. Wet, transparent fluids were already starting to form at the tip of his cock as his lack of experience hadn't provided him with a very lasting stamina.

He moaned and gasped behind the hand pressed to his mouth as he was failing pretty spectacuarily with being quiet.

Those gleaming drops provided an immediate association in R-2’s unthought knowledge. He almost touched them, to see how it would feel to smear his fingers through it and spread it across the heat of Aoba’s flushed skin, but he stopped himself.

“Ah,” he murmured instead. “Shouldn’t make a mess….”

Which meant there was only one thing for R-2 to do, wasn’t there? Licking his lips, the android opened his mouth and leaned in. His extended tongue greeted Aoba’s cock first, a lick to catch those gathered droplets and before he closed his lips around the flushed head entire. R-2 sucked only gently, mostly using the warm, wet pressure of his tongue to tease the little opening at the tip and encourage it to continue.

The more R-2 touched him, the more he was leaking, and it just got worse when the other's tongue came in contact with the tip of his cock. When R-2 suddenly sucked down on him, though... It was probably a miracle that he didn't come right there and then.

Aoba had to bite down on his knuckles to keep from crying out. The feeling was incredible. He never could've imagined anything feeling so good. His fingers in R-2's hair just tightened as he tried to keep his squirming and trembling body in check. He couldn't keep his hips from bucking just a little, though, causing his cock to sink deeper into R-2's mouth.

R-2 adapted easily, making a soft sound in his throat at the surprise of Aoba suddenly thrust deeper into him before the android took it as encouragement. The suction increased for a moment as he swallowed up all that had gathered so far, and then the android pressed forward.

There was no reason for a machine to have a gag reflex. (No reason for a machine to have this kind of knowledge in the first place, granted, but details, details.) R-2 swallowed Aoba up all the way to the root, catching the head of his cock in his throat without difficulty. Even R-2’s little hum of pleasure, gently vibrating his throat, was there to stimulate Aoba all the more.

Aoba's fingers clenched hard in R-2's hair as his cock slid all the way down his throat (or so it felt). He'd thought that the light suction on the tip of his cock had been amazing, but it seemed like nothing in comparasion to this.

"R-2...!" he gasped, unable to completely keep quiet.

He didn't quite understand why it felt so damn good, but he was far beyond questioning it. He did, after all, trust R-2 with his life and so getting this kind of pleasure from him... it didn't really matter why it made him feel so good.

He'd only brought himself to orgasm a few times when he'd touched himself and so he did have some idea what it felt like to be getting close to that end, but it had never been this intense before. Something about being stimulated by someone else made it so much better.

"R-2!" he gasped again, a lot more insistently this time. He was so close now...

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