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[fromjapan]

Who: The SQUIP and Niles
When: July 3
Where: Magic class, and elsewhere
What: Niles and the SQUIP experiment with Bonds.
Warnings: None yet, but that will almost definitely change.



[Magic is an aspect of life here that the SQUIP still finds itself unsure about. Though it was identified as a Witch upon arrival, it hasn't practiced much magic outside of the classes...

... though within class itself, it's shown a marked talent with it, particularly Divination. While it's unclear exactly how much of its talent is it making use of its inherent abilities and how much is actual magic, it still learns new skills with remarkable ease-- being a machine helps.

Today, it tries relying primarily on its magic-- an experiment, and one that goes well for it. When it leaves class, it seems pleased with itself, hands tucked into the pockets of its white coat, chin tipped back as it carefully listens to the conversation around it, marking down every interesting detail it makes out.

It's aware that it's being watched. It glances sidelong at the person responsible, the edge of its mouth drawing up.

It sees you, Niles.]

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[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles narrows his eyes, releasing a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He belatedly realizes how pointless his forced casual posture is and drops the act. His arms fold tight over his chest and his shoulders hunch up, expression now openly displaying all his suspicion and doubt.]

That's not nearly as comforting as you seem to think it is.

[His voice is initially flat and resigned, but as he continues equal parts annoyance and curiosity bleed into it.]

Never once have I heard that sort of phrase uttered truthfully. And what do you even mean created for this? You're an immigrant to this world just like I am. What game are you trying to run here?

[fromjapan]

[It lifts an arm, pointing to a spot at the base of its skull; a very pointed, dramatic gesture, almost theatrical.]

I am a Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor, or a SQUIP. Before my arrival here, I was-- and am still, beneath this human exterior-- a nanomachine, capable of implanting myself into the brain of a user to help guide them to achieve their personal goals and better themselves. I was explicitly programmed to be exposed to a person's thoughts and emotions.

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles blinks a few times. That was a lot of words he only sort of recognized and he's getting pretty sick of being so out of the loop. Quantum had something to do with four right? And an "intel processor" sounded like another way of saying 'spy' maybe? He doesn't spend too long trying to tease out the meaning of SQUIP because everything that came after it was even more alarming.

A machine under a human disguise...what was that word Entrapta had used?]

So you're some kind of uh....robot?

[fromjapan]

That's right.

[A simpler explanation... it puts one together fairly quickly.]

I am an artificial being, with access to infinite amounts of information on human behavior and the ability to predict potential outcomes of various interactions.

[cyclopticsadist]

[Well, that certainly was a claim. Niles prides himself on his ability to shock, appall, and generally surprise people, so Squip here was presenting himself as quite an enticing target. A challenge. Finally feeling like he had his footing back his posture and expression change. A relaxed kind of confidence takes him over, and he abruptly closes the distance between the two of them, putting himself well into what a normal person would consider their personal space. With a quick motion his hand goes to the under side of Squip's chin, using his thumb and index finger to tilt his face one way, then the other, inspecting him closely.]

Or, you were anyway. You seem real enough to me now.

[fromjapan]

Unfortunately.

[He'll have to do better than that. Its mismatched gaze follows him evenly as he turns its face, an easy, confident smirk on its lips. True, it isn't used to being the one who gets manhandled in such a way... but the motion was easy enough to predict, especially given their shared thoughts now.

It's unimpressed, if amused by his guts.]

[cyclopticsadist]

So you think you know everything about humans huh? I wonder.

[In a sharp, quick movement, Niles hand is on the Squip's neck. He's not attempting to actually choke him, it's just a firm, warning squeeze with a hint of fingernails digging in.]

Do you know just how vile we can be?

[fromjapan]

[It doesn't even flinch. It simply looks at him, as calm as ever, its pulse even beneath his fingertips. Of course it knew he was going to do that, both due to their shared Bond, and due to his actions being, so far, predictable, if entertaining.

It's been some time since a human has tried to intimidate it.]

I do. In fact I think I know better than anything else. I have to say, though, if you're trying to impress me, you're going to have to try much harder than this.

[cyclopticsadist]

[With a short hmph Niles releases its throat and takes a step back, crossing his arms over his chest.]

I'm willing to bet I have a trick or two up my sleeve that no tin-man could have seen before.

[The more this man...this thing keeps its cool the more Niles wants to see it squirm and break. The difference in their moods, agitation versus stoicism, being felt simultaneously is a strange kind of exhilarating. It's like waves crashing against a cliff side, but from the point of view of the foam created between them.]

But they require a more private setting.

[fromjapan]

Is that so?

[It holds off on arguing that it's made of much more sophisticated materials; of course, he's using such old-fashioned terminology out of ignorance, and an attempt to get under its skin that has fallen massively short.

Again, it doesn't seem shocked by his statement; it tilts its head coolly, a catlike smirk crossing its handsome features.]

I'd be very interested in seeing that. Your place or mine?

[cyclopticsadist]

[So he wasn't as ignorant as Niles had assumed then. His petty annoyance was starting to wear off as he begins to see what the Squip really is. A challenge.]

Yours.

[Niles always likes to be able to make a tactical retreat if needed. Which is harder to do when you're in you're own space. Additionally, seeing someone's living quarters can often give insight into many aspects of a person. His posture relaxes although his arms stay crossed, and with a short nod he smiles.]

Lead the way.

[fromjapan]

[Sex may be a new act for it to be able to perform itself... but it's far from a new concept. In fact, the human fixation on sex and sexuality has made it one of its most extensively-researched subjects. Humans have made sex into something of a complex and somewhat ridiculous ritual, complete with rules that can vary wildly depending on the humans involved, the time of day, the time of the year...

Lead the way it does. With graceful, deliberate steps, a swaggering gait that leaves its white coat trailing on the wind behind it, it leads Niles away-- away from the Coven, and into the Haven, where the SQUIP makes its home.

It doesn't speak as it walks. It doesn't need to. It's having more than enough fun simply sifting through the thoughts and emotions Niles is unwittingly feeding it over their Bond, gleaning any information it can about him from them. The bulk of what it finds so far is cruelty-- someone who both enjoys inflicting pain, and enjoys enduring it just as much.

Fascinating. It wonders how its new body will endure such an encounter. Its only sexual encounters so far have been decidedly... vanilla.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles can feel the curiosity probing at him, but this time instead of trying futilely to block his newly bonded partner out, he feeds it carefully. A steady stream of real urges, a primer for what's to come, and a defensive layer of vulgarity he's more than used to putting on out loud. And still, all he's getting back is more curiosity. This should prove to be a fun night.

When they arrive at the Squip's entirely too orderly quarters Niles closes and locks the door behind him. Then he begins to strip. He toes off his boots, kicking them off to the side, undoes the clasp on his cape and lets it fall to the ground. He releases the clasp of one buckle, then another and a pair of sheathed daggers joins his other belongings scattered across the floor. His movements are slow and languid, but not out of a desire to be seductive. Rather he's deliberately demonstrating his disregard for his clean and tidy surroundings. It's a kind of marking and he's not being subtle about it. Once he gets to his undershirt he stops however. His tail flicks from side to side in anticipation, and his hands go to his hips.]

Clothes off. Show me what I've got to work with here.

[fromjapan]

[It had already shed its stark white outer coat when he made his demand; it turns to quirk an eyebrow at him, but it shrugs its shoulders, and obliges easily, tossing its coat aside just as carelessly as Niles has his own clothing.

It won't be that easy to perturb it.

It sheds the inner layer of its top, and its shoes; when it peels the layers back, it both reveals just how many layers there are to its favorite outfit, and that its frame isn't as thin as it appears. True, its body is compact, on the slimmer side, but once its undershirt is pulled off over its head, it reveals a well-built core, a dancer's lean muscle.

It pauses there, barechested, and gives Niles a catlike smirk. It almost seems expectant.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles closes the distance between them and puts his hands on its chest. He runs his fingers across its collarbone and glides his palms over his shoulders, each one roaming independently. This was his preferred kind of probing curiosity.]

Tell me, how much of your knowledge of sex is theoretical and how much is practical?

[He emphasizes the word by harshly tweaking a nipple as he dragged his hands down the Squip's front one last time before settling on its belt and starting to tug it open.]1

[fromjapan]

I have several prior sexual encounters... and many, many indirect experiences through users I've networked with.

["Several" meaning... three, and all during Litha, but. Niles, of course, doesn't have to know that.

That sudden tweaking, the spike of physical sensation causes a catch, the slightest unevenness in its breathing, but it does its best to play it off, to gaze evenly at Niles down its nose as he leans down to work at finishing undressing it.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[He feels the jump under his fingers more than he sees a reaction. Good poker face this one. As for his answer, not a virgin, but 'several' sounds like a number he can count on one hand.]

Well then let me warn you I'm likely going to be testing your limits. [He yanks harshly down on the Squip's pants and cups him through its underwear. The squeeze is a threat and a promise.]

Do you have a word to use in case you need to tap out?

[fromjapan]

[The sudden, sharp gesture of Niles pulling down its pants doesn't phase it... though the warm contact, the squeezing of his fingers there does manage to earn a reaction, though it's subtle. Its expression remains largely the same, if shifting to seem mildly puzzled by the sudden gesture; but, again, the human body that it wears betrays it, the slightest jolt of its well-built chest, the slightest hint of blood moving to flush its bronze skin as it gazes evenly at him.

And, beneath his fingers, its body responds, a heated swell beginning to grow there with his touch.]

If you think that will be necessary... what about "intel"?

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles' hand works smoothly and skillfully to encourage its growing arousal.]

With me it's always necessary. Mine is 'release'. [With the practical stuff out of the way it's time to get started. One hand still gently massaging the Squip's balls, Niles shoves him backwards onto the bed and immediately climbs up to straddle it. Bringing his face down close over its neck, hot breath and lips ghosting over the skin there, he asks one more question.]

Do you think you're ready?

[fromjapan]

[That touch, that careful contact has a very noticeable effect on it; though it's doing a fairly good job of keeping itself quiet and keeping its expression calm, the quickly growing tent of its underthings is a very clear indication that it's more than a little bit sensitive to touch.

And then it's being shoved, and it goes over easily-- Niles seems to need to feel like he has control, like he is leading the encounter, and their Bond, muted as it may be when compared to a true Bond, does nothing to conceal that fact from it. And it allows him that. It does, after all, need experience, and it seems that Niles is offering it a unique experience indeed.

It smirks slightly at him; the Bond shares its cool confidence clearly, its curiosity that spurs it on, and it inclines its head, arching beneath him, spreading its body out beneath him in a display of submission.

It believes that's what Niles expects of it.]

Let's get started.

[cyclopticsadist]

Wonderful.

[Permission given, Niles finally slips his hand underneath it's underwear. His fingers trace over the head of its cock and his thumb toys with the slit. At the same time he kisses up the Squip's neck, letting his teeth scrape gently at the skin there with every other press of his lips.

But Niles isn't after total submission. His free hand takes the Squip's wrist and guides his hand up into his hair, just behind one of his ears. This was a lesson after all, and Niles is a big believer in hands on education.]

[fromjapan]

[Ah. It knows this. Connor seemed to like the same. It curls its long fingers into his hair, grasping him tightly there and tugging at the scalp; the attention to its cock, meanwhile, earns Niles a little twitch of the heated skin beneath his fingers, a subtly too-quick inhale of breath.

It arches beneath him, pushing into the touch; its free hand moves to brush over Niles's body, exploring his muscular core and the heat beneath his skin... and then it seeks lower, reaching to return the favor, its hand brushing over Niles through his pants.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles nibbles gently, teasingly at the skin just under hinge of the Squip's jaw. Not enough to hurt, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to pinch a little. Enough that Niles could feel the gradual acceleration of its pulse under his lips. He hums in approval at its movements, and grinds his hips down against the light touch. There's a bulge there, a weight to it, but he's still pliable, soft enough that the constraint of his pants and underwear are tantalizing as opposed to restrictive.

As a reward of sorts, Niles finally wraps his hand around its shaft properly. He strokes in time to the little twitches he can feel under his fingers. Up, with his thumb swiping over the head between each pulse, then down to the base for a quick squeeze as another pump of blood fills its growing erection.]

[fromjapan]

[The rhythmic strokes, falling in perfect time with the heated beating of the blood within its ears, has it stiffening quickly beneath Niles's fingers, that pulse beneath his lips quickening a bit further, the SQUIP's lips parting just slightly with its quickened breath.

And the pinching of his teeth earns him something approaching voice, the smallest, warm peak of it from the back of its throat.]

Hn.

[Its fingers curl around the warm bulge within Niles's pants, finding the shape of it and stroking over it heatedly. The fingers in his hair, meanwhile, curl even more tightly, pulling him close against its neck, encouraging his kisses and even the bites further.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles gladly obliges the Squip's implied request. He starts with a single, much harsher bite right to the center of the column of its neck. He leaves a deep red impression of his teeth there then backs off. He returns to short tender kisses then vacillates unpredictably between sweet and sharp, searching out the pattern and pressure that pulls the most reactions from his partner. Each noise he draws out of it he celebrates and encourages with an extra firm stroke and an answering low hum of his own.

The Squip's hand on him is very soon not enough, and as Niles breaks away from it to lean back and unfasten his own pants, he speaks.]

Tell me, with your near infinite knowledge, why do humans have sex?

[He swoops back down, lining up his now bare cock with the Squip's and taking both of them together in one hand. It's hot flesh pulses against his own but he resists the urge to rut, opting instead to decelerate ever so slightly, giving it the chance to answer his question. His hand squeezes them together with long, languid strokes.]