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"Who do they think they are?"
"'Seems a bit aimless!' Well sor-rry Zooble! Not my fault you're impossible to please!"
"We want more freedom in adventures! But- not too much freedom because then it's convoluted!"
He slams his head on the desk. "What do you want from me?!"
He hears a distinct 'Pop!' and he knows that Bubble is about to say something very inappropriate and honestly he is not in the mood for that. Without looking, he reaches out and pops the assistant, then he groans into his desk and sits back in his seat.
"...where am I going wrong?" He asks noone, looking at his hands in his lap, and pulling at his gloved fingers. "I just- I try so hard and they're just never happy I-" He takes a shuddering breath in, "How....do I make them happy?"
Obviously noone responds to him and it only makes the ache in his chest worse. It presses on him like a real weight, one that makes him feel mildly nauseous.
He's tried so hard to make them happy all these years and nothing works, nothing he does seems make them look at him with something other then hatred in their eyes.
Maybe....they want an exit right? Maybe he could make one for them. They would like that, right? They obviously couldn't really leave him- he had no idea if there even was an exit for them, to be honest- so maybe a simulated escape could please them! Oh he was a genius!
He feels excited as he thinks of a plan for an adventure, how to make it flow and work nicely to give the humans some real enjoyment, then pauses.
Before anything maybe he should check on the cast, see if they're liking this adventure or not and if it's the latter then he can begin the 'Escape the circus' adventure.
With that he snaps his fingers and several screens appear before him on the desk and he wiggles in his seat as he gets comfortable to watch.
His eyes dart from person to person, from Jax and Pomni who seem to be walking around together, to Zooble and Gangle who seem to be searching for something, and then to Ragatha who's wandering around alone.
His eyes flick to the last screen where he can see Kinger standing in a dimly lit room, his eyes strangely focused as he loads a revolver.
His fingers move fast as he loads each bullet, almost practiced as he spins the chamber and then flicks it back into place.
Caine stares for a moment too long, feeling his mouth dry at the sight, before he clears his throat and tries to look away. He's stopped however when he sees Kinger begin to steady the gun in his grip, his hand grasping the handle firmly and his finger teasing at the trigger. He lifts it, pointing it at a nearby wall-
Caine jumps when he fires six clean shots into the plaster, bits of wall crumbling and falling to the floor. In the wall now there's a single, smoking hole, and Caine shudders because he never knew that Kinger was so good with a gun.
He watches as Kinger reaches into his robe pocket and pulls out a box of bullets, tossing some into his open palm before he begins to reload the gun.
Caine's much too hot. Why is he hot? This should not be- honestly this was very inappropriate.
He turns away from Kinger and looks at Pomni and Jax who are still talking, feeling his teeth burn as he remembers how those thick fingers quickly and efficiently loaded those bullets.
Suddenly, Kinger is on Pomnis and Jaxs screens and Caine jolts, looking at the chess piece again as he watches the fight unfold.
The light is hit and is shot out but Caine's still able to see how expertly Kinger doges bullets, bending this way and that as Pomni and Jax fire wildly into the darkness, the only light being the flash of the guns.
Then Kinger fans the revolver and Caine gets unreasonably hot under the collar. He stares, eyes wide as Kinger aims directly at Pomni and even in the dark the AI can see the way his eyes narrow and Caine sits forward in his seat because oh Pomni is so done for.
Then, Kinger blinks and the gun lowers.
Caine can only watch in pure shock as the chess piece is eliminated and sent to the 'loser corner'- honestly it was a random area that Caine had made about two minutes prior, and he has to take a few trembling breaths.
Was....did Caine find that attractive?
No. No that wasn't possible- his code and the filters didn't allow for that kind of thing.
Then again- his code has been playing up for the last week or so. Things would slip through the filter every now and again without his permission. Just the other day he had said damn, something he had never been able to do before.
He snaps his fingers, sending all but one screen away and he watches as Kinger, now alone, walks around the tank in the dark room, looking very interested in the fish swimming about.
He swallows roughly when he notices the revolver still in Kingers grip and he thinks that he might have forgotten to enable despawn when the cast were to be eliminated.
After a bit more thinking, and over thinking, Caine nods to him self once and gets ready to snap his fingers.
He could pay Kinger a visit, everyone else was spread out and preoccupied with their own thing so the chances of anyone interrupting them would be slim- their conversation, obviously. Caine had no intention of doing anything else. Obviously.
With that, Caine snaps his fingers.
!!!
He reappears a few feet in the air and away from Kinger, remaining silent because he can't stop looking at that silver revolver. It's basic is the thing, Caine had given very little thought to the weapons, so all of them were plain and, quite frankly, dull.
But, in Kingers hand it looked gorgeous.
He slowly lowers himself to the ground and clears his throat, watching as Kinger looks at him over his shoulder. "Oh, hello Caine"
Said AI nods back. "Kinger"
They both go silent, and Kinger fully turns around to stare at Caine, the glow of the fish tank behind him casting a dark shadow over his face and making the silver piece in his hand shine. "What are you doing here?" The taller man asks and he doesn't sound accusatory, just genuinely curious.
"I-" Caine doesn't know what to say, honestly. "Well I just- I wanted to say congratulations on being the first person out!"
Kinger chuckles then, lifting his hand to cover where his mouth is, only to pause when he notices the gun. "Oh!" He blinks down at it and Caine can only watch as he turns the gun over in his hand like he's inspecting it, his other hand coming up to brush over steel.
The chess piece holds it out then to Caine. "I'm guessing you need this-"
"No"
They both jolt at his voice and how breathless it is and Caine feels his teeth flush red. "I mean I-" What does he mean?
Kingers hand slowly lowers again to his side, gun in his grip like it's supposed to be there and Caine can only stare back as the human watches him.
He swallows around nothing and shifts on his feet, feeling his stomach curl in on itself the longer Kinger looks at him with those blue eyes that seem to read all of his secrets.
"Hm" Is all Kinger says, his head tilting to the side and Caine feels likes hes being cornered by some sort of predator.
"What?" Caine asks, crossing his arms over his chest to try to regain some dignity. "I didn't say anything"
Kinger chuckles again, the sound low and when his eyes open they look different- darker, blown out and hyper focused on Caines jaws. "You didn't have to"
At that, Kinger takes a step forward and Caine instinctively steps back, feeling his heel collide with something. He jolts when it tumbles up the floor and he whips around to see that he's knocked over a plant pot.
"Oh!" He says as he turns away and crouches down to right the pot. "How-how clumsy of me! Honestly I should look where I'm-"
'Click'
Caine freezes, feeling cold steel press right against the back of his top jaw. His hands freeze on the pot, his fingers scraping against the porcelain. His legs cramp from the position he's in but he can't move. He can't even breathe right.
"Down" comes Kingers voice from behind him and Caine can't do anything other then fall to his knees, breath hitching in his chest when the cold follows him down.
"Kin-" The gun presses harder against him, making him have to tilt his head down at the force. His eyes move to his own lap where his hands are clenched into his thighs. He feels hazy, his eyes wide and his body numb to everything but the cold metal pressed to his head.
"You like this. Don't you?" Kingers voice is low, rough, like seeing Caine like this is genuinely entertaining to him. Or arousing even? No that- that can't be possible.
Though, with the way his own stomach is burning, maybe it's not as impossible as he once thought. He flinches when the barrel presses harder against him. "Answer me Caine"
"Yes" He gets out, hands moving to press on the floor, his fingers digging against the ground. "I- I do"
A hum, like Kinger is watching him. "I didn't even know you could react like this. Isn't it to...mature for your filters?"
"They-" His voice cracks, shamefully. "They've been on the fritz I'm afraid so-so there's been fewer.... restrictions" His mind races, his stomach hurts and his legs feel numb where he's sat on them. "I-I was going to fix it but-"
"Then you realized you found this attractive, didn't you?" It's not a question now, but an accusation and Caine feels beyond guilty.
"I do" He confesses, his head ducking further down and the gun just follows. "I-"
"Turn around and look at me"
Caine closes his eyes for a moment as the order and the tone of voice makes him shiver, before he nods once. "Yes Kinger-" He gasps when the revolver presses harder to his jaw.
"Call me sir when I have a gun to your head"
That makes Caine groan, eyes rolling back at the sensation of fear and arousal and excitement of all things. "Yes-" He hesitates, face burning. "Yes sir"
With careful movements he shifts on his knees, slowly turning around. He keeps his eyes down, especially when he sees the bottom of the purple robe, and can't find the powers to look up at him until Kingers hums.
"Look at me"
Caine takes a deep breath in, his eyes trailing up and up-
He feels frozen when he makes direct eye contact with the nozzle of the gun, pointed right at the area between his eyes. "Oh-" He gasps, feeling his back straighten because oh the gun is right there and it could do so much damage to him.
"Turn off the filter" His eyes flick up, seeing Kinger staring down at him with half lidded eyes. "Now Caine"
"But-" Kinger cuts in, looking bored and dismissive and something about that look makes Caine feel small and insignificant but oh gods it's delicious. "Just for us, in this room. Now"
Caine stares for a moment longer, hands back in his lap and he swallows roughly, feeling close to gasping for air. He shakily raises one hand and snaps his fingers, feeling the change settle right between his legs- it makes him jolt because now the arousal has somewhere to go.
"Good boy"
He feels himself throb in his tight pants and he presses his thighs tightly together to try and stop himself from doing something humiliating like hump the floor. "Kinger-"
The gun presses to the top of his jaw right against his teeth, and he goes still at the feeling it sends through him. "What did I say to call me?"
"Sir" Caine whispers back, going cross eyed as he stares at the gun best he can. "I'm- sir please "
He watches Kinger shudder, his eyes closing, before they open again and he tilts his head like he is looking at a fascinating insect and honestly Caine loves it. The glow behind him is almost blinding, casting an almost halo-like light that illuminates his outline. "What?"
Caine feels likes hes staring at some sort of God and it's exhilarating "Please Sir I'm- it's too much-"
"I haven't even touched you" Kinger says, adjusting his grip and forcing Caine to stare right down the barrel. "And you're already this desperate for me?"
Caine can't say anything- the words are stuck in his throat and they burn his chest and he can't look away from the gun pressed to his teeth. He feels tiny, insignificant. He hears Kinger hum, then the revolver is moving.
He gasps as it moves right to his mouth, tapping at the top of his bottom teeth and he looks up to see Kinger staring, his wooden face flushed. "Suck"
Caine feels his cunt ache and he nods shakily, letting his mouth drop open and his tongue loll out. His eyes flutter when he feels the gun press to the center, the chill making him flinch before the taste hits him.
Steel, iron, metal. There's things that are completely different but all soak his taste buds and make his teeth ache. He can taste something that buzzes on his tongue now too, almost burning the sensitive skin. He shudders, feeling his own drool drip from his jaws and land on his thighs. "Sir-" His voice is gargled, muffled, but Kinger only steps closer.
"I said-" Caine gags when the gun presses to the back of his tongue, his hands lifting off his lap to hang loosely in the air. "Suck"
He knows the taste now, he thinks as he begins to wrap his tongue around the gun, even as tears drip from his eyes, even as the feel of the gun pressing in and hitting his teeth and gums makes him shake and shudder.
It's gunpowder. Pure, raw gunpowder and something about the taste makes him throb.
Caine gasps then, when the gun is removed, saliva clinging to the metal and he heaves for breath as Kinger looks down at him with disinterest. The chess piece examines the gun, before he flicks open the chamber and reaches into his pocket.
"Do you know what Russian Roulette is, Caine?"
The Ai stares, transfixed, as Kinger loads a single bullet into the chamber, spins it, and then flicks it back into place. "No sir" He finds the power to say, only to go still when Kingers eyes lock with his again and something about his gaze makes Caine feel real fear for the first time in his life- and he wants more of it.
"Then let's play a game, shall we?"
Suddenly a hand is grabbing him by the shoulder and he's being ripped up and off the ground, yelping when he's spun on the spot and slammed into the wall he once had his back to. He places his hands on the wall to try and lift himself away, only to gasp when a hand shoves right between his shoulder blades. The order is clear without him even saying the words and Caine keeps his eyes in the wall as the hand moves down.
He brushes over his spine, flicking up his tail coat, and then fingers are pulling at his waistband. He can only close his eyes shivering as Kinger roughly pulls his trousers down and off, his knees and thighs pressing together as his over heated flesh is exposed to the cold air of the room around them.
"Spread your legs" Caine whines, toes curling against the floor, but he does just that, his feet shuffling apart until they're spread. "Good boy" Is whispered to him and he lets his head drop forward against the wall, vision going hazy once more.
From here he can see his own bare nether regions and the sight makes him cringe but also makes him even hotter. When he had designed the parts to his avatar it had been a way to finally shut Zooble up- it had been months ago and honestly he had forgotten about it until he had been told to remove the filters today.
Looking at it now, several feelings hit him hard enough to make his breathing stutter.
His own slick soaks his thighs and he stares as it begins to run down his leg and it's humiliating to be this wet from Kinger threatening him. When he had looked at the different parts he had been less inclined to the...phallus and had taken more of a linking to this one.
It's pale like the rest of him, his lips swollen and flushed, his clit is peeking out of its hood, standing to attention and a shiny black that he can't help but stare at.
"Eyes forward" Kinger says then next to his head, voice dark and low and Caine head shoots up to stare straight at the wall, fear festering in his heart at the sound and tone of Kingers voice. "Yes sir" He chokes out, "sorry sir"
More silence.
Then something presses against his inner thigh and he jolts before he forces himself to relax, eyes fluttering at the chill that touches his skin.
Wait. Chill?
He freezes when something rubs against his entrance, right between his lips and nudging at the bottom of his clit. He shakes, pleasure shooting up his spine because-
Kinger is using the gun to touch him.
"Kinger-" He gasps, eyes filling with tears when the muzzle only presses harder against his hole, the hold tilting it until it slips inside of his cunt and-
He tries to move his hips away from it, his stomach clenching as it keeps pressing into him, spreading open his walls until they ache and his heart begins to pound in his chest. He can't stop shaking, his newly manifested claws tear through his gloves and dig into the wall as he gasps for some sort of air.
His cunt burns by the time Kinger presses it all the way in, and he half wonders if the pain is from the initial stretch or from the gunpowder.
He can feel the chamber press against his pussy lips, the cold making him constrict around the object inside of him. He cries at the feeling- how tight he goes around such a solid object without any give.
The shape of the gun pull at sensitive skin as Kinger begins to thrust the revolver into him, the metal warming up the longer Kingers in him but god it feels- dangerous.
He remembers there's one bullet in the gun at the same time as he hears a click and then-
'clunk!'
Caine freezes.
"One down" Kinger whispers. "Five to go"
"Oh-" Caine feels himself begin to hyperventilate and shamefully it only makes him wetter, allowing Kinger to thrust the gun faster and harder into him. His cunt squeezes and grips at the item, trying to pull it in with loud sounds of pleasure and Caine sobs to himself at the feel of it.
"Whenever I pull the trigger the bullet could fire, Caine"
He's scared, he's aroused- all of this is so hot to him. He has no choice but to put his whole trust in Kinger. He had no other option then to wait for Kinger to pull the trigger and either feel the consequence, or feel mind numbing relief when he's not torn apart.
"I would tear you apart from the inside, leave you here on the floor in a puddle of your own blood and cum"
He's right is the thing. Kinger doesn't know where the bullet is, each squeeze of the trigger could send it flying and it could and would do some serious damage. (A small part of him whispers that Kinger never put a bullet into the gun, a quick slip of the fingers made it appear so, but Caine knows the chess piece to well by know)
He shouldn't find that hot. He shouldn't find it attractive. He shouldn't.
But he does.
He feels close, the heat bubbling away in his stomach makes him shake and whine and the gun keeps moving. He tries to speak but it's hard to find the words as Kinger just keeps thrusting into him, his grip steady and controlled.
Suddenly hes being grabbed and he yelps.
His bottom half is held and twisted, his one leg is grabbed roughly and shoved up and he whimpers when his legs are fully spread out like he's doing the splits.
With his forearms are braced against the wall and his body twisted at an awkward angle but being unable to fight it- he can't stop the way his cunt clenches and how his knees almost buckle. "Kin-"
'Clunk!'
Caine sobs, fear filing him because-
"Two down, four to go"
Caines head falls between his arms, tears dripping from his jaws only to land on the floor. "Please-" He whines, on his tiptoes. "Kinger-sir please I-" He chokes on a cry when the gun is pulled out of him, and he feels something almost burning hot replace it almost immediately.
Kingers cock presses into him fast, stretching his aching walls wide open and with enough force to make his back arch and his feet go numb. He feels dizzy- hazy. He can't think anymore.
Kinger throbs inside of him and he can feel the wetness of his own cunt drip and stick to Kinger behind him and his teeth go bright red at the sounds that escapes their bodies as he's fucked into. "Ah-hmm- Kin-"
Something nudges at his teeth and he forces his eyes open to look, seeing the gun pointing at him once more, the silver shining with his slick and dripping down the handle.
"Suck"
Caine is hopeless to do anything other then open his mouth and suck at the revolver, mind racing as his own taste soaks into his taste buds. Its musky, sweet and he sobs around his mouthful when he realizes that he's swallowing down his own fluids and liking it.
He's filled from both ends now, when one presses in the other pulls out and each movement makes Caine whine or let out a sob, gags and chokes rushing out of him because it's too much- its a lot- its overwhelming in the best and worse way possible.
"Fuck-" Kingers head falls against his shoulder and Caine can barely breathe anymore as he's taken from both sides. "Fuck- Caine you- hmmm, you feel- so fucking wet for me-"
Caine babbles, tastes his own tears, saliva, even more gunpowder when-
'Clunk!'
Caine screams, "pless-" he whimpers, voice muffled and sobbing into the hot air around them. "i-i-"
The hand that had been holding his leg shifts down to his cunt, fingers rubbing roughly at his clit and Caine cums-
It shocks him, how hard he finishes. He's not used to the feeling that rushes through him- how it scorches his blood and how it makes him curl in on himself. His legs shake and he really doesn't know how much longer he can stay standing.
"Fuck-!" he whimpers louder when Kinger shoves his way inside one more time, body glitching and eyes flashing different colours as he feels warmth fills him. The angle he's at tilts him just enough for Kingers cum to settle right into the deepest part of him.
He wonders: if he had installed a womb, would Kinger have just- no, no don't think about that. Don't.
His mouth is suddenly empty and he hears something being snapped away, before his leg is carefully lowered.
The moment he's on his own two feet his looses all power and strength and crumbles, back colliding with a solid wooden chest. He continues to cry, feeling wrung out and completely empty in the best way possible as he's lowered to the ground.
Kingers dick inside of him is comforting for some reason and he presses back against the chess piece, his legs spreading to allow himself more room to really flop back on Kinger.
Hands rub at his lower stomach and chest, pressing and fiddling with the fabric while Caine tries to regain his composure.
"-aine? Caine? Can you hear me?" For some reason the concern in that voice makes him burn and he nods, eyes opening painfully.
"Yeah" He mutters back, voice shot and glitching out on just a single word. "I'm good"
Honestly he feels amazing, the insistent buzzing behind his eyes had finally calmed down to a point where he could blink without feeling overwhelmed. His body is heavy but lose, his mind calm. The thoughts from earlier today- the worry about the humans, the adventures, the need to please them- its all gone.
He feels at peace for the first time in months.
There's a chuckle behind him and then a kiss is placed right on the side of his jaw, right on his teeth. "You did well" He murmers softly and Caine tilts his head to get a view of that face.
Kingers eyes are soft, sweet, and Caine can't help but think that this is the Kinger he enjoys. The other one, the dark one, was fun and thrilling but this one was better.
Caring. Gentle.
"I should go" Caine says, eyes darting away from that gaze. "The others will be here soon-" He makes to move but Kingers grip only tightens on him and keeps him pinned. He shudders again, a soft moan leaving him when Kingers now soft dick twitches.
"Stay"
He stops, looking back over his shoulder to see Kinger looking at him already, eyes bright. "...But the-"
"Just-" The hands tighten even more and he shivers at how possessive it is. "Five more minutes"
Caine has to close his eyes at the emotion that hits him then, and his own hands to move to lace with Kingers where they're on his stomach and chest.
"Okay" He whispers, looking up to that glowing blue gaze.
When Kinger looks at him like this, this happy and comforting and kind-
Caine can almost believe that the chess piece loves him, like how Caine loves him.
He laughs at his own thoughts, shifting and pressing his top jaw to Kingers neck.
"Five more minutes"