*This is a sci-fi fantasy with an AI robot.
The dim glow of the bar provided a moody backdrop to Kouta’s bitter contemplation. His three friends, ever the architects of mischief, huddled together, their sly grins betraying the scheme. Kouta stared off into the room ignoring their snickering and chuckling behind him, he took another swig of the alcohol that burned down his throat numbing it, More than his throat burned as his body writhed nursing a resentment for life’s cruel games, he sighed inwardly, bracing himself for whatever challenge they were about to throw at him.
The entrance door chimed, and in walked one of those things, those crazy demon-like incarnations clad in a fitted black leather jacket with intricate detailing. Beneath the jacket, it was wearing a sleek, form-fitting black shirt, the fabric clinging to his manufactured sculpted physique that carried on not just below the shirt but the tight bottoms which curved around a plump and tightly toned butt and were perfectly tailored to showcase his long, lean legs. The black material was studded with subtle embellishments that glinted in the crappy lighting of the bar.
Around his neck was the standard silver collar and large black onyx gemstone that signified exactly what he was, although there was no way to mistake it. Nature rarely made such beautiful specimens.
It turned its head towards him, the stark bright blue eyes like the waters off an Icelandic glacier honed in on him. Kouta glanced back at his friends. They exchanged glances, and Kouta’s friends nudged him, goading him to play along.
“You said that no matter who walked through that door or what, you would spend the night with them. To prove you were over, Riahze. Well, there was the next one who walked through the door.”
Kouta’s fingers tightened on the glass until they were almost a ghostly white. His heart throbbed in his ears and he felt this overwhelming desire to turn around and sock both of his friends in the jaw. But they were right, a bet was a bet. And he needed to be over Riahze. Riahze was becoming the leader of the free world. He had thrown him away. ‘But one of those?…’ Reluctantly, Kouta stepped forward, his cynicism festering beneath the surface.
“Hello, I’m Bả.”
“I don’t care about your name. Let’s go.” Kouta said, then headed up the stairs two at a time, knowing full well the robot would follow. It didn’t have a choice.
Kouta walked down the hall with the dodgy lighting and into one of the rooms on the left that was made for this exact reason.
He helped the door open, and the bot entered behind him. As soon as he was through the door, Kouta shut it and before he could turn around on his own, a large hand had a firm grip on his shoulder and had spun him around and shoved him tight against the door.
“You do not want me?” The bot asked.
“No, Ba. I do not.”
“Not Ba, Bảo.”
“I said I didn’t care.” Kouta started.
Bảo tucked a finger under his chin and forced him to stare into those stunning blue pools that radiated almost as if they were nuclear against his dark golden skin and black fluffy hair.
His heart reacted to their intensity and so did another region he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Bảo’s eyes flicked down there, noting his predicament.
“You do not want me, and yet you do.” He said, then leaned in. Before Kouta could protest those dark plum lips were crushing against his, as powerful hands worked down his body and under his shirt. The sounds of their kissing rang in his ears, and the wet noises were so human he couldn’t tell which were his and which were Bảo’s. Bảo’s tongue pried at his mouth, forcing it open, and Kouta moaned as the moist warmth pressed into his, twirling around and tasting him.
Bảo dropped to his knees and pulled on his pants, freeing his cock that stuck up straight, betraying his true desires. All it took was four fingers to wrap around it and yank once and he was panting, hands tangled in Bảo’s hair and shuddering from this man’s touch as that skillful tongue brushed across his tip.
The air crackled with tension and Kouta pulled on Bảo’s hair as a sign he wanted him to stop. Bảo obeyed, stopping, pulling away, and standing up. He cocked his head to the side.
“I can only obey, what do you want?” Bảo asked.
Kouta’s heart pounded in his ears, his body shivering with excitement as those pools berated his every synapse and nerve.
“I want you to fuck me,” Kouta said, in between deep shaky breaths.
Bảo leaned forward, the breath-like puff of air tickling his ear. So close that the soft sound of whirling was finally audible.
‘He was going to, he was going to go against all of his morals, for those beautiful icy pools of blue.’ His chest heaved.
“My name, you have to say my name,” Bảo said as he undid his pants and pulled them down.
Kouta swallowed and licked his lips.
“Bảo, please. I need you to fuck me.”
Bảo smirked, and then he twirled him around, bent him over, and pressed inside.
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