| �Kitt�. Kitt� please�. KITT!� Michael�s back arched, sliding his pulsing cock deeper down his lover�s throat. One of his hands was clawed in the soft blond head at his groin, the other scratching in the smooth linen of their sheets. Kitt swallowed every drop. A long time ago he�d suppressed the instinct to analyse the thick, bitter liquid. Instead, he tightened his throat muscles and milked Michael dry. �Christ, Kitt.� Michael collapsed boneless on the bed as Kitt slowly released him. �You are just incredible.� He didn�t have to open his eyes to be able to follow his lover�s movements around the room. A minute or so later, he knew Kitt wasn�t coming to bed. �Going out, Beauty?� �I need to drive.� �Want some company?� * Parking the car under the stars, Kitt wordlessly opened the door, moving to sit near the water's edge, gazing over at the bay area beyond. Puzzled by Kitt's actions, Michael sat in the car for a moment before following his partner. "Have you ever considered how different things might have been between us?" Kitt began as Michael sat in the sand near to him. "Honestly, not in a very long time." He left his answer vague, wondering what had brought this on. "There are thousands of people out there," Kitt motioned to outline of the large city. "Most of them have no concept of honest love. To be able to trust as we do." "Kitt..." "Shut up and listen?" Kitt glanced over at his lover with a smile, and Michael tilted his head in acquiescence. Even without the link, Michael would have known the emotions sparkling in Kitt�s eyes, lit by the same lights that danced on the ocean. "Before the link activated, we were close, I trusted you. I know you trusted me." "Implicitly." That brought a smile and a spread of warmth inside him. �When it activated, we stopped trusting each other, became scared of one another.� �Only because we were hurting one another. We didn�t know what to do with the link, what it could be, what it would mean�.� Kitt waved a quietening hand. �I know.� He nodded. �But at the start, we wouldn�t have ever thought we�d ever end up here. Together like this.� �Kitt, you know I�m over any second thoughts about us.� Reaching over, Kitt touched Michael�s hand. He stroked the back of his fingers the rough skin but didn�t keep up the physical contact. �And you know I never had any.� Michael chuckled. �Liar.� �I was thinking about Devon�s reaction to finding out about us. We�ve fought for so many people who are lonely.� �Kitt�.� Michael took a deep breath. �Some people despise guys loving guys. And you�re not even human. Devon�s reaction was only to be expected.� �Guys loving guys.� Kitt mused on the phrase. �Is it just the ass thing?� Michael laughed suddenly, surprised, shocked even. �I honestly don�t know, Kitt. It could be the ass thing. Most of the insults are aimed at the ass thing.� He winked at the blond beauty next to him, coaxing a smile from the innocent face. �But it feels so good.� He winked back. "How many people actually make love, Kitt? Not just for the pleasure aspect? But for the all encompassing high?" Michael shifted closer, wanting to watch, as this conversation progressed, to see all the different expressions on his lover's face. "Your point?" Michael smiled mischievously for a moment, then let that implication go. "What does it matter if it's two guys, or two girls or a guy and a girl, as long as it's for love? Or as long as both parties consent and enjoy themselves?� The question hung in the air for a moment. "Then why the distinction, why the prejudice?" Michael laughed softly. "You're asking me?! Kitt, you've been fighting them your whole life." "I hadn't thought of it in quite that manner before." "You didn't answer my question." Leaning in so their faces were almost touching, letting the link deepen slightly. "What does it matter if we're in love?" "It doesn�t. But Devon, and so many others think it does." �So what?� Tipping his head to one side, Michael kissed Kitt, gently, starting it shallow then deepening it. When he sat back, wide blue eyes were watching him with a smile. �So fuck me?� Michael stared, speaking with feigned shock. �Kitten! Really!� Kitt rolled his eyes. �I�m not the innocent so many think I am, you know that better than anyone. And don�t call me Kitten.� Michael glanced back at the modified Trans Am parked a way behind them, then back at his lover. Kitt was shaking his head. He thought for a moment, until an idea came to mind. Gracefully rising to his feet, he reached out his hand, fingers spread. �Come with me.� * Michael leaned out of the window, ready to type the code into the keypad on the side of the post. Before his finger hit the first key, the gates in front of them swung open and Kitt eased the powerful car through. �How�. Sorry.� Kitt smiled. �Apology accepted. I find it flattering that you can forget what I really am.� Michael wracked his brain for a retort as Kitt used his knowledge of the mansion�s grounds to guide them along the driveway without lights. They passed the mansion itself and carried on, unnoticed, to the now empty and abandoned garage beyond. Pulling into the garage, then locking the doors behind them, wanting to ensure their privacy, Kitt automatically pulled up to his old spot. Michael turned towards him with great affection. "Some things never change, huh?" With a wink, he stepped out of the car. The garage, empty as it was, still held a certain place in both their hearts, contained a presence long ingrained in both of them. Instinctively, Michael moved to the old workbench. The tables and counters were bare, the smell of highly tuned engines and multimillion dollar equipment was replaced by dust and mould, the air hung heavily inside the building. "How many nights did you spend on that bench?" Michael blinked, realising where he had put himself. "I couldn't tell you." Lying on his side along the wooden bench, he remembered just how uncomfortable it had been as he watched Kitt wander through the mostly dark area, fingers trailing over counter tops. "For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why you went through so much for me. I used to justify it as your stubborn streak at its best." The half moon shone in through the high windows, casting shadows along the concrete floor and over Michael's laughing silhouette. "Later, after the first time we were together, it became so much clearer." "You knew I loved you, didn�t you?� �In a way.� �I needed you.� �I knew that. But it was different then.� Understatement of the century. Kitt was still moving throughout the building, though never moving out of Michael's sight. "I knew I needed you too. I used to rationalize it as a part of my programming. But you and Bonnie were right." "Don�t do this, Beauty." Kitt smiled at the deepening tones of Michael's voice, to the soft affection and slight concern that transpired across the link. He shook his head once, side to side. Slowly, he started towards where Michael was lying. "After the link, I lived to feel you touch me. To be so close to you, to feel� almost intimate with you, I craved it.� He put one hand on the work bench in front of Michael�s hip. �I had no idea why I wanted it, I couldn't understand my own reactions until we touched on this level for the first time." With his other hand, Kitt grasped Michael�s hip and pushed him hard enough to lay him on his back. In one smooth movement he knelt up on the surface straddling his lover. �I had to end it with Bonnie,� Michael murmured, hands settling on Kitt�s slim hips. �Having you so close and shutting you out� I found I didn�t want to. I felt like I was cheating on the both of you.� Kitt leaned forward, planting his hands either side of Michael�s head. �We might have been intimate up here,� Kitt tapped a long finger to the other man�s temple, �using the link,� his voice dropped to a whisper, �but that didn�t give me any reason to think you�d want anything from me in this form.� �I know.� Michael turned his head, kissed one wrist, turned and kissed the other. �I didn�t know if I would or not. I didn�t know if you�d want me to.� "I didn't think I deserved you." Reaching up, Michael slid his hands into the silky blond hair, taking a soft hold of Kitt's head. "I used to feel that you deserved more than what I could give you.� He smirked. �Now I know better.� Kitt was too surprised to put up any resistance to the kiss Michael stole, but he composed himself enough to pull out of the gentle caress a moment later. �I�m not sure who has the biggest ego, you or your ego.� �We come as an all-in-one package.� He let his hands reach up again, curving over Kitt�s shoulders and stroking down over the taut muscles in his arms. Leaning into the touch, lowering himself slowly, Kitt pressed himself inch by inch along his lover�s body. Michael�s hands moved along Kitt�s back, slowly bringing Kitt close. Finally, their open mouths locked with one another�s. �Both you and your ego,� his lips moved against his lover's as he spoke, �turn me on.� Tasting Kitt deeply, Michael could feel his own arousal battling rubbing tantalisingly against Kitt�s through the denim of their jeans. He broke the contact. �Why are we up here?� he asked quietly. "It�s fitting don't you think?" Kitt shifted his hips against Michael's, increasing the friction ten-fold, smiling elfishly at the barely suppressed groan. "This is where you saved my life, where I realised just how important to me you are." "Kitt...." Michael felt himself beginning to lose his fragile hold. Settling back on his haunches, keeping his face close to his lover's, he began to slowly undo the button's on Michael's shirt, spreading the material as he went. "I remember feeling so afraid that first night. Terrified that I wouldn't measure up to all those women, that you'd come to realise what I really am." "God, Kitt, I did realise." Kitt shifted against Michael's hands. Swallowing noticeably, Michael continued, "I learned who you really are. Your strength amazed me. I don't know if I could have handled things as well as you did. That night, I wanted to prove to you how much I love you, I wanted to see you respond." Kitt chuckled, his breath tickling Michael's chest as he bent his head down to drop a trail of kisses from nipple to nipple. Placing his palm flat at the top of his lover's body, he trailed his hand down until his palm hit Michael's belt. Looking up, he caught Michael's gaze. "Neither of us were disappointed that night." Opening his side of the link, Michael approached the pulsing white light, only to find Kitt remaining at a soft distance, their forms gently twining, softly touching, yet not deepening. Kitt lowered his mouth once more to his lover�s exposed skin. "You put such effort into us," he spoke between kisses, "then more so to ease my fears after I returned to the car." "I didn't have any choice. I belonged to you, I wanted you. I needed you to believe that I couldn't love you any less because you were in the car." Kitt smiled as the erotic memories flowed between them. He felt Michael arch slightly beneath him, gently thrusting his hips upwards. Tilting his pelvis, they rubbed together. This time the groan echoed inside the chilly building. Michael went to raise his hand, meaning to touch his lover, but Kitt leaned gently on Michael's wrist before he could move more than an inch. "I'd forgotten how cold it was in there. When I couldn't reach you right away, I wondered if it had been worth it. If maybe the link wasn't worth me being back in the car." Aching to touch, trying to focus onto Kitt's words instead of his caresses, "I never had any second thoughts. You showed me how special the link is, taught me how to use it to it's fullest extent." Kissing the centre of Michael's chest, he tipped his head, blowing lightly. Watching the goose bumps rise, aroused by the shudder he had caused. "You encouraged me to learn. I could feel you touch me, I wanted to give that back to you." With one hand Kitt pulled Michael's belt, undoing it slowly, teasing them both in the process. Nipping then kissing his lover's stomach, he popped the button fly, tugging at the zipper at the same time. Parting the sides of the denim he reached inside, releasing Michael from his restricting clothes. "Though this is much nicer." He squeezed gently, meeting Michael's blue gaze. Rising up, he captured Michael's lips, gliding his tongue along Michael's before taking his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, deepening the kiss once again. With a last flick, he sat back. Michael's eyes widened at the sight of his partner's exposed body. At some point during the kiss, Kitt had undone his own jeans, pushing them down. Now he shifted off, letting his jeans drop to heap on the floor beside the bench, and quickly grabbing something from his pocket. He climbed back onto the bench before Michael could recover enough to sit up. "You've always had control. Control of the car and of me." Straddling Michael again, he bent over him, flicking his tongue behind Michael's ear. "I think it's time to change that," he teased, claiming another searing kiss. Michael could hardly breathe. Caught between the heat of their kiss, Kitt's body rubbing against his, the ever deepening link and Kitt not permitting him to use his hands, Michael fought to return the gestures, desperately wanting to bring Kitt to the high he was on. Not that he needed to. "Kitt, please...." He never saw the triumphant smile. Instead a slick hand began to stroke him, squeezing gently, then releasing. "Soon." Nuzzling into the crook of Michael's neck, feeling his lover's now free hand moving over his back, digging into his shoulder blade, Kitt couldn't stop the moan from escaping. Encouraged, Michael continued to kneed Kitt's skin, concentrating on the feel of muscles moving beneath his hands. Still stroking, Kitt shifted back, positioning himself, then easing back, rewarded as Michael cried out. Sitting up slightly, Michael reached for Kitt, wanting to kiss him, wanting to touch him with both hands. Lacing his fingers though Kitt's where his right hand was still gently pinned, he held on tight. His other hand bringing Kitt down to him. Kitt let Michael guide him for a moment, burying Michael deep inside himself while responding to the passionate kiss. Then he lifted off, leaving only the tip of his needy erection inside. Michael's frustrated sounds echoed his own. "Beauty, please�!" Kitt could feel the hand on his hip, trying to push him back down, could feel the muscles held between his thighs trying to thrust up at the same time. "What is it about us that allows this?" Kitt's question was as breathless as Michael's plea. He lowered himself again slowly, easily overcoming his own need to take his pleasure. Michael�s brain wasn�t fully functioning. �What?� he murmured. �How does a computer in an android�s body, feel this? Everything I feel about you at this moment. It�s so intense.� Bewildered, Michael moved one hand from Kitt�s hip and touched his face. �You,� was all he said. But Kitt understood. Sitting back, clenching the muscles in his ass, he reached across the link between them and touched Michael in a way only he ever could. Biting down on the scream that attempted to rip itself from his throat into the cold air, Michael came hard, bucking up, feeling Kitt�s own orgasm as fiercely in his mind as he did on his thighs and stomach. Reaching up, Michael pulled Kitt down to him, wrapping his arms around the slim body and hugging it to him. �Love you,� he murmured, eyes closed. //love you too// Michael smiled to himself. Kitt felt as good in his mind as he did draped over his body. �We should get out of here, I�m getting too old to sleep on benches.� Stealing a kiss, Kitt lifted himself and dropped to the floor to recover his jeans. �Home?� �Home.� * Lying in their bed in the moonlight streaming in through the tall window, Michael held Kitt with one arm wrapped lazily around him. �Devon�ll come around,� he murmured, �it�s just gonna take some time.� �You think he�ll change his mind about us?� �If he loves us he will. And I think he loves us.� "I think so too." Kitt linked his fingers through Michael�s. "There's a part of me that doesn't care, and a part of me that wants his approval." Michael snorted with great amusement. "Welcome to having in-laws, Beauty." |