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I Was Stagnant and Idle [Closed]

Who: The SQUIP and L
When: Juril 28
Where: The Coven, and then the SQUIP's house in the Haven
What: Witch-Witch Bonding and then moving in together, this represents a huge and promising step... as well as a touch of buyer's remorse once the realities of this particular union start to set in.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, being a little bit inappropriate with some apples.

[As ceremonies went, the one Bonding the SQUIP and L was actually shockingly normal and standard. So much that the presiding Witch had seemed a little concerned about it, asking several times if they were sure they didn't have a little more to say about what being Bonded meant to them, if there was anything more to their vows to each other since they had decided to take this very important step together. Perhaps something sentimental?

The affirmation from L, following a blank stare that was somehow just as coldly analytical as the actual machine next to him, was that it was hardly necessary when the desire was mutual. What we said was sufficient, wasn't it?

Technically, yes, it had been. The ceremony was completed, and just like that, they were part of a functional pair again, and some semblance of balance in the universe was restored. But it was a new kind of balance, and a more complicated one that they'd both need to grow accustomed to... and that feeling starts to descend in earnest when they've returned to the SQUIP's home in the Haven, with L's meager possessions under his arm in a small satchel.]

I'll require a place to sleep.

[Not immediately, maybe not for the next day or two, but eventually.]

Additionally, if you don't already have ice cream stocked, one of us needs to purchase some at the next available opportunity.

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[L senses that something has slipped past his barricades and guards. No helping it now; it's not even the end of the world, not when there's a whole enticing world laid shockingly open to his own exploration. He'll take advantage with only cursory caution, because an opportunity lost is a shame and a waste.

Rich, again, catches his attention and his intrigue, but there's a red, sharp edge of frustration as Jeremy gets in the way. He might as well settle in for this, even if he does not believe that Jeremy is the more interesting of the two. The most interesting is the SQUIP, of course, but so much of its life is defined by its relationship to this average and unambitious child.

He learns a great deal, and much like the SQUIP, files it away for later. Knowledge of its techniques will be useful, he's sure, even if what worked on Jeremy is unlikely to work on him. It doesn't matter if the techniques are good ones; it's almost a matter of principle at this point. If he does come around, wind up as compliant as Jeremy appears to be after a long and arduous and painful process? It's going to be very different.]

So. You really are good at breaking people, aren't you?

[He positions his mouth over the part of the apple the SQUIP previously bit, taking his own overlapping bite.]

He almost seemed happy about it, in the end. A shame he had to go through so much hardship to reach that point.

The road to success is often full of hardship. But you should already know that.

[A hint, an implication of what it now knows. It might not know everything just yet, but it knows a great deal more than L is likely comfortable with.

It idly runs its tongue over one of the punctures L made in the apple, taking a proper bite after a moment, thoughtfully.]

[L's eyes linger on the SQUIP as he pauses mid-bite. There's no doubt that he's seen something of his own trials by fire, the effect of being raised like anything but a child just because he was more intelligent than most adults.]

I know it's going to be hard.

[He leans back against the counter, nudging the SQUIP's thigh with his knee.]

It could also be difficult, I suppose...

I can't decide if your double entendres need work, or if working on them further would only encourage you.

[It's both a joke and a genuine concern. Still, they do have their place: he just made his desire to change the subject abundantly clear.

Which means it struck a nerve.

Good.

It leans over to take a bite from the apple in his hand, leaning heavily against his side in the process.]

Language is a gift. It allows the people who are aren't funny to at least be clever. What's more likable? Funny, or clever?

[He turns the apple in his hand, assisting the SQUIP.]

You are the expert on these matters.

Mmm. Funny is... subjective. What one person finds funny could be wildly upsetting to another. Clever is a safer bet.

[It leans in to take another bite... though it first pauses to flick its tongue against the tip of a finger, catching a drop of juice there. A teasing gesture, and it's over as quickly as it began.

Though its mouth is busy, it still communicates-- silently, but clearly, using their bond. Cleverness, it notes, is more difficult to nail down, but much more socially versatile.]

There are times when safe bets are the appropriate choice...

[He says so as someone who tends to prefer daring and risky bets, but... well, recent events have sort of forced him to reevaluate just how conducive to being alive that is, and which one is actually more important to him.

It should not be as difficult as it is. He is far too intelligent to have a self-destructive streak that startlingly broad. More than anything else, L's addiction to conflict might be the SQUIP's greatest adversary in grooming him toward success here.

Maybe he's trying to hide it, just now, but being intentionally sloppy about it. He wants the SQUIP to know that his requirement for stimulation is on the top of his hierarchy of needs, and once that's met, well... he is willing to meet halfway, and then some.

Canting his head, he uses his fingertip to trace the edges of the smirk that seems to be always hiding just behind the SQUIP's lips even when he isn't actively wearing it. He's thinking about how to make this more interesting, the way he's always thinking about how he can make his situation more interesting. For a man who spent most hours of his life in a padded room with a computer, the obsession might be surprising, or... well, maybe it isn't in the least.]

[It knows. It's too-aware of L's priorities, of how very deeply human he is beneath his odd mannerisms, his deep intelligence. A human denied a basic human need for so very, very long... it shouldn't surprise anyone, it thinks, that he's pushing constantly, needing, reaching for contact, for stimulation he could never receive before, but now has, what is for all intents and purposes, a dedicated outlet for.

It does smirk then, and turns its head just a bit to press the softness of its lips against the pad of that fingertip, letting its eyes drift lightly closed. It is entirely, acutely aware of the attractiveness of the body it's been given, of just what it looks like as it parts its lips just so, wrapping its mouth around the tip of that finger suggestively, shamelessly, for a moment.

And then all at once, it pulls away, taking the apple with it, and it takes a bite, its steps casual, as though they were simply having a regular conversation before.]

Very true, and learning to recognize those times is one of the many things I can help you with.

[L leans in just as the SQUIP draws away, and he chuffs an impatient breath, feeling that the nanocomputer is teasing and that it's a dirty trick.

Rather than considering dirty tricks a nuisance, L rather respects them when they're used in moderation. Even chess has legal "illegal" moves, after all.]

There are many things you can help me with. If I wasn't at least 84% convinced of the fact, I wouldn't be here, right now, conversing with you this way.

[This way. The qualifier is important, because this is not a regular conversation. No, it's pretty shamelessly foreplay, and they're currently in a game of chicken as to who is going to acknowledge it directly first.]

Are you at least 84% convinced that I can adequately use you?

Edited 2019-08-08 04:23 (UTC)

If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just wanted me for my body. Which would be a reckless misuse of me, given this body isn't even truly mine in the first place.

[It's smirking at him over its shoulder as it speaks; pointing out that, despite the vague nature of the exact words L has been using, it knows exactly what he has in mind. Humans... you give one a taste of something good, and all they can think about is getting more.

Not that it can entirely blame L. Human bodies are wired to crave this, and it knows now firsthand that it can be a difficult thing to resist. It pauses at the doorframe to the living room, looking back at him as it speaks:]

You've already proven that you can make excellent use of me in certain ways. If you learn to use your mouth that well in other ways, as well, then we've got nothing to worry about.

Don't be so cynical. That's secondary, at best.

[Though it's said with a slight lilt, as though the detective's deadpan monotone is attempting to affect playfulness, it's actually pretty believable that appearances wouldn't matter much to him. They make an impression, of course, because he is human and not blind... but the mind is more important, the full scope of what a partner can do for him is the most important. The SQUIP, fortunately, is pretty well-hung in those regards, and it has L's attention absolutely.

It did from the start, in truth. It's only ever happened before with one human, and it wasn't even L's handler. It was his murderer, and the SQUIP might realize as much, given how often the obsessive man's thoughts still wander that way.]

You believe that I could be more eloquent and therefore more effective? There's more to charisma than words alone.

[And more to foreplay, as well. L could perhaps stand to be more delicate in his approach to the former, and less so in regards to the latter, because someone with strength, and force, and irresistible sexual energy might choose this point to nudge a knee between the SQUIP's legs, or bend it against the kitchen counter, or persuading with kissing alone.

But... this is L.]

I could engage in intercourse at this time. If you're similarly aroused you can come with me to the bedroom and we'll commence a rigorous session.

Edited 2019-08-08 21:26 (UTC)

[It's remarkable, how L can counter something it says and only a moment later, nearly in the same breath, prove its point perfectly.

It turns to face him, leaning against the frame of the door to their bedroom hall, staring at him in it's almost default look of smug, amused exasperation.]

We're going to work on your speech when it comes to sex. Or maybe you shouldn't speak about it at all. You're in my head. You know I'm willing. Maybe you should skip words altogether and jump directly to actions.

[L peers back over his bony shoulder. Nothing about his posture is particularly seductive; some individuals have an almost feline grace as they stride purposefully toward a boudoir with mischief on their minds. Not L; he walks with the same uneven shuffle he usually does, hunched over, hands crammed into his pockets.]

Understood...

[Even if just not saying anything is strange to him, will require some getting used to. Like sex in general, really, so he can work it in. Following directions to a painfully literal degree, he continues his walk to their room, beginning to briskly disrobe, his clothes crumpling carelessly on the floor.]

Linden.

[It catches him by one of those bony shoulders, rolling its eyes.]

That's not... exactly what I meant. I meant more that if you want me, and if you already know that I'm willing, you don't need to tell me anything... you can show me. Directly.

[It gestures to him-- his situation, half-undressed in their hallway.]

You're still being indirect, and you're not really going out of your way to catch my interest here. Tempt me. Signal to me with a gesture what you want-- and getting up and leaving the room is not a tempting gesture.

[It shares images, sensations with him over their Bond-- touching, kissing, the kind of sensuality typical of normal, actual foreplay, the sorts of gestures lovers use to wordlessly speak with one-another. It's a brief tour, and collected from various films, stories, songs, experiences, but it should be enough to give L at least a hint of what it means.]

[L has what could be considered an assertive personality... in his element. His element constitutes anything that he is proficient in, and this man in particular is not merely adequate at the things he can claim proficiency in. No, he is what would be described as "intimidatingly good" at those things. On the opposite end of the spectrum is a realm of uncertainty and silent, determined observation, and sex is still very much in the category of things he is still learning, not yet a commander with the might and force and steely eye of a seasoned veteran.

No, he's a scrawny twenty-something who could pass for much younger, standing nearly naked outside of the SQUIP's room with protruding bones and shaggy, unkempt hair falling over his eyes as he tilts his gaze, again, back toward his partner.

He's not offended. He's listening, a committed pupil out of his depth but learning to swim. And then, thanks to their Bond, he can do more than merely listen. He's caught up in it, he can feel the strokes and the passion, the sensual slow touches and the brisk, sudden, heated clutches and shoves.

"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time."

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night."

"I was trembling, afraid to put him to flight. I did not know what to do, what he would like. I kissed his neck, the span of his chest, and tasted the salt. He seemed to swell beneath my touch, to ripen. He smelled like almonds and earth. He pressed against me, crushing my lips to wine."

It still doesn't come naturally. It still can't, even with the hints and the help, but L is a committed student. It is compiled in a way that the SQUIP knows will make sense to him, particularly, tailor-made to teach the man who is really more like a computer the art of seduction. He takes a shallow breath, exhaling longer before filling his lungs fresh, flooding his body with oxygen and life, before he takes a very pointed, methodical, and direct approach. He's stronger than he looks, and it's a good thing, because he closes the distance between them in two quick strides, using his slight weight to press the SQUIP against the wall and engage him in a smooth yet heated kiss. It's brisk business still, so far, but at it goes, he is melting into it more fully, enjoying the journey as well as the purpose.]

[Now that... is much more what it had in mind. It displays that clearly to him in its physical response, wraps its arms around him as he approaches it so suddenly, having known since before it even displayed to him that he would know what to do.

That's why it puts up with him. This moment is a perfect crystallization, an ideal display of why it humors his human needs and cravings, no matter how irritating they can be: because of his aptitude and willingness to learn, and not only learn, but put what it teaches him into active and immediate practice.

A hand reaches up to curl into the sleek hair at the back of his neck, the other to the small of his narrow back; it can feel the shift of his spine beneath its fingers as he presses against it. It returns that kiss with enthusiasm, a reward, an assurance that yes, he's doing well now, teeth and tongue and heat as it allows itself to be pressed against the wall there.]

[They know each other well enough by now that their bodies fit together on contact, accustomed to the ridges and swells of the SQUIP's taut muscles, the canyons and blades of L's bones. L leans into the kiss even as he arches his back, making himself more hollow so his hands can slip between them and work open the buttons of the SQUIP's shirt, working to shuck it down its shoulders and arms.

An objective is forming in his mind, shameless to any vision or inquiries on the part of his partner. He wants to dominate this time, put the SQUIP on its back or perhaps even its belly while his desire runs its course. He's witnessed it, thinks that he can manage it with a willing partner in spite of his spindly frame.]

[It sees and hears and feels his intentions, the things L intends to see and do; and while they certainly aren't its typical choice of positioning, allowing a partner to truly have control, it is more than accustomed to letting one think that they are.

L will find no objection to his hurried leading-- if anything, it seems to try to aid him, rolling its shoulders to help in the removal of its shirt, pushing its hips away from the wall to aid in further disrobing it.

If he wants to try to dominate it, it would be very interested in seeing just how he fares.]

[It seems like the kind of thing that does need to be learned, practiced to the point where it really does come as a second nature to lead someone to bed with ultimate confidence, poised and conviction. L is still rather in the phase where he doesn't feel like desiring another human carnally is something he's allowed to do, much less act on it; unlearning that attitude will require some guidance, for sure.

For now, it's enough to know that there isn't any mire to wade through for him to determine if the SQUIP will even let him try. That's cleared up. The path is straight, and cleared of debris, and the SQUIP's shirt will need ironing later as it crumples to the floor and L's long fingers smooth down the sides of its torso before gliding back up to press against its pecs. He follows the SQUIP's advice and doesn't speak as tension builds and heat rises... but fortunately, he has a body that's expressive enough. It's difficult to hide when everything is pared down to essentials.]

[Expressive enough indeed. Not that it comes as any surprise, considering their Bond; still, it smirks at his very noticeable reaction to it, arching its trim, well-trained body into his touch as much as it can, pressed as it is between him and the wall.

It catches his lip between its teeth, biting down just enough to sting, and it feels that jolt of red across their Bond; it occurs to it that sex while sharing a Bond may be even more intense than sex on its own, and that fact excites and fascinates it. It's very curious to see just how the more... intimate acts will feel when shared, effectively doubled through their shared Bond.

It thinks to him that they should move to the bedroom... unless he wants to take it right here against the wall. It arches beneath him, pushing its hips against his, humming a warm sound low in its throat.]

[Is training even necessary when one is created for a purpose, and (presumably) a physical manifestation in a place like Geardagas mirrors that purpose? Of course the SQUIP's human body would be attractive, effortlessly cool, the sculpted ideal of a male form in the context of its era, the zeitgeist.

The primal instinct L feels is one he is unfortunately unable to act on, at least not as he is. A natural progression would be carrying his partner to bed, but though the SQUIP isn't massive, it is still carrying more mass than L's spindly frame, in the form of dense and lithe muscle. L has to rely on other means than sheer strength, but he has an advantage, in the sense that it's not exactly new to him. Even the ways he does happen to excel physically rely on traits like agility and creativity, rather than raw muscle alone.

The SQUIP's bite is perfectly calibrated, exactly the right amount to feel that crimson streak slicing and then bleeding deliciously into a warmer flush. The same thought, both as a result of their Bond and independent of it, is occurring to L; will sex be more intense? The climax more thrilling? Or will it actually be to a level where the sensation is cacophonous and he is begging for relief in ways other than just achieving orgasm?

He is the user. He issues commands, and so he thinks of it in those terms. A line of code that his lips half-form, and even that isn't necessary, because he's visualizing what it would look like on a screen, and he knows that the SQUIP can see it too.]

$ mv SQUIP bed/

Edited 2019-08-14 04:52 (UTC)

[The SQUIP is, for a moment, unsure of whether L's chose way of issuing that command is more witty or presumptuous; it settles for a mix of the two, the edge of its catlike smile curling as it gazes darkly up at him. Either way, it obeys the command, whether because of its format or simply because it was what it wanted to do anyway-- the answer is unclear, even over the Bond.

Mostly because that's exactly how the SQUIP wants it to be.

It pulls away, slipping from the place L has it pinned against the wall to make its way to their bedroom; it catches his hand along the way, leading him behind it.

Once there, it drops his hand, moving to the bed to drop itself atop the sheets, an easy drape of its toned form to contrast L's typical uncertain crawl. And, from there, it waits for him, smirking that same knowing smirk at him from the mattress, allowing its partner to make the first move-- welcoming him to be the one to set the pace, to choose how their evening will play out.

It's feeling accommodating today.]

[Presumptuous. Isn't it the definition of "confidence," the idea that you couldn't possibly fail, and so it's not even a notion worth entertaining? It's a lot to believe in when one is relying on consensual sex from another reasoning being with a will of its own, but the benefit of a Bond rather is that some things, really, can be presumed. In fact, it would be insulting to both of them if presumptions were not made and acted on with that supreme compliments.

He twines his fingers with the SQUIP's as they go, his grip firm, making unconscious adjustments based on the nanocomputer's silent feedback through their Bond. None of it is unnatural to him, just something he's never done, something that has to be worn and grooved into his grey matter before he thinks of it first.

The challenge is present and clear. He's going to learn how to dominate and effectively top another male body.

He peels his own shirt off, tossing it over the back of a chair before joining the SQUIP, crawling forward, wedging a sharp knee between the machine's thigh as he nudges it back against the pillows with another deep kiss.]

[A strong start. Stronger than previous ones, at least; L works the best with a clear end goal and direction, and never is that more clear than in situations like this.

It allows itself to be pushed back; his behavior is fine enough so far, deliberate and confident enough that it feels no need to intervene or direct just yet. A little surge of heat dances across the Bond as L wedges that knee between its thighs, a little, warm indication that its body approves of the gesture; the way it arches up against the contact makes that even more clear, the smallest of warm sounds hummed into the kiss.

It leans into the kiss, fingers going to catch at the back of L's neck, the other hand going to his narrow hips where heated skin is exposed just above the waist of his pants.]

[There's a distinct undercurrent at work, here. It's not quite inauthentic, but it's certainly artificial, and really, isn't that to be expected? L's Bonded is, of course, inherently artificial, along with all the knowledge it imparts. It can't teach L how to love, or feel, or want, but it can teach him how to socially manipulate, maybe even as well as Light Yagami.

It's possible that some twisted version of missing Light is what inspires L to fill a void he never felt the need to before. The lack of a handler is the obvious reason, but where L had the experience, the savant-like ability to excel in his field... Light had the charisma and charm on top of the cleverness. It benefitted him in spades, and who wouldn't want that, especially after seeing how it was possible in someone so similar to himself.

No, this is safe. It's not real; it's practice. No one is here to witness the attempts and fumbles except L and a machine. He suspects that if the man he's currently thinking of was present, it would be very different. The thought alone is intrusive and feels inadvertently voyeuristic; L tries to push it from his mind, especially knowing that the SQUIP has probably noticed it.

He dips and leans, bringing their bodies nearly flush. The exception is hips that hover, a more dextrous hand grasping and kneading at the SQUIP's groin while the other works open its fly. Perhaps because the level of intimacy is so much more intense with the Bond influencing and informing his actions and thoughts alike, the contact between their lips falters, and he instead nuzzles against the side of the SQUIP's neck, focusing the attention of his mouth at the sensitive flesh there. Closing his eyes brings a sense of relief, and sharpens his awareness of the physical sensations that grow and swell between them. He experiences it from two perspectives, and that will take some getting used to.]

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