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Spamton knew full well what those shows Tenna had been thinking about during their bedroom shenanigans a few days ago were hiding with their skipped footage and scene changes. He was a fucking cyber darkner, of course he fucking knew what sex was. The dear cathode was one to stick to the whole ‘parental control’ bull$h¡t, Spamton on the other hand didn’t care about any limitations he hit. He’d keep going.
Sure, had that kinda attitude bitten him hard in the ass? Well duh, he wouldn’t be stuck looking like the world chewed him up, got a bad taste in its mouth, and spat him out against the hard concrete if he’d stayed a damned Addison! Ehehehahahahah!!! Yeaaah. No regrets!
That was besides the point, he’d poked and prodded at everything he could learn about the shining [Heaven] and the ones that called it home. Honestly, it wasn’t all that surprising when eventually, he’d stumbled onto some more… intimate details regarding Lightners and the things they did. So when [Ten outta Ten] started yapping about movies fading to black, it hadn’t been hard to figure it out. Now the funny thing was that the dumbass CRT hadn’t a clue.
But hey hey hey! Spamton was a kind [slime], wasn’t he! Why not give his dearest customer a free sample of a real ride around town~! So what, there were some ‘missing bits and pieces,’ from what he understood, but that didn’t mean a damn when he got to toying ‘bout with Tenna.
Spamton knew the TV got a thrill from a good kissing, but he also had an inkling of some things he could mess with, see if it got those antenna curling and that screen flushing! Ha!
He must’ve had some kind of look on his face from his plotting, cause he was stirred from his thoughts by a light nudge against his side, “What’s that look for, Spammy?”
He blinked, quickly shifting his expression into a sharp grin, “JuuuSť [tink]ING ab0uT how [Me, Myself, and I] want TO pr—PROv1D3 [Free Lessons Click Here!] 4 Ą fun t!ME~!”
“Uh-huh…?” The other asked with clear skepticism, “Since when do you offer anything for free?”
“[Special offer! Limited Time!]” He replied as his grin widened, feathers ruffling as he opened and closed his jointed hands with a growing eagerness.
The CRT’s brow was furrowed a touch but his head was tilted in a showing of undoubted curiosity. Ant was considering it already and he hadn’t even gotten to the deal! “This isn’t going to be more throwing pipis at the cafe again, will it?”
“EHEHEHEHEHEHE— nahhhh~! [Bigger and Better]!” Spamton moved to smooth back his hair, “[Request: M3. You. Bedroøm.]” He even threw in a pop-up, a glitchy bit of coding with a simple [Accept Terms and Conditions?] on it. Honestly, he almost got distracted from his scheme, surprised that it was actually legible.
“O-Oh, uhm, what for?” He glanced back over to his partner, mentally kicking himself to focus.
“A [ride of a lifetime], [10 OUTta 1O]!”
Tenna pursed his lips before fidgeting with an antenna, “What kind of a ride?”
“Imma kiss you [silly string].”
“Oh~!” A flower bloomed before the TV was scrambling towards the room, Spamton grinning like an utter madman as he hurried to follow after. “Why didn’t you just ✨~LEAD THE SHOW~✨ with that, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇!”
“ttt [thee]—The4TRlCS, [Annie]!”
Ant chuckled, opening the door and allowing Spamton to go first with a little ‘after you.’
~
Tenna had no clue what he was in for. He’d sat down on bed, expecting Spammy to crawl on up after him to start peppering his screen with kisses, instead the other darkner seemed to waiting for something.
He tilted his head, antenna flopping off to the side with the movement, “You joining me or…?”
“cloth[ING ST0RE]]— [Get 10% OFF—], Clothes OFF.” Spamton sputtered, quickly moving to toss his own shirt off and kick his pants off, Tenna staring with interest. “[Chopping board]—CHOP CHOP!”
“I—oh, okay, uhm,” he moved to unbutton his long-sleeves, having forgoed his usual suit and tie for something more casual today. It wasn’t like him or Spam had plans to go out, just a day to themselves.
He paused as he slipped it off, staring at his gut with a light frown, “Hey, do you think I’ve put on weight?”
Spamton had the nerve to scoff, standing in his boxers as he moved to nudge his discarded clothes into a vague pile. “SO WH4T?”
“You admit it!” He snapped, the allure of kisses dimming as he started to put his shirt back on. He didn’t get too far before Spamton was there in a glitching stumble, swatting his hands away with a feedback-laced tsk.
“I L[like it? Love it? Well just—]— MOR€ TO [ hyperlink blocked ].”
Tenna pouted but begrudgingly let the other remove his shirt again, Spamton notably gentler with his clothes than he’d been to his own, even going as far to somewhat fold it before tossing it onto the bed stand. “…so why do I need to take off my clothes for kisses?”
He shifted to slide his belt and pants off, huffing as his little partner snatched them away to put them aside with the shirt.
“[Try a new lo°k]—t-tttrying [NEW NEW NEW—]” Spamton shoved his mouth shut with a distorted growl before Tenna moved to coax his hands away from their tight grip.
“Trying something new, huh?”
A nod, the other darkner’s hands twitching and flexing as he stood there. Tenna hummed, easing back while his tail, now free from its usual position of being tucked away, flicked slowly. He gave a light wince as he settled, something pinching in his shoulders before he was distracted by Spammy crawling into his lap.
“Hi,” he mused, watching as the smaller darkner’s feathered tail began to sway from side to side in what Spammy refused to call a wag. “So what’s so new and improved with this method?”
Sensing an ad to run to try and truly ensnare his awaiting customer, his little love letter perked up visibly, grin twitching into something wonderfully deranged. He stood up, jointed talons shifting a moment as he got into position, a hand outstretched and the other resting against his hip, “[trusted customer] YOU [see me], MORE SPA¢E TO [tend to]~! More [for a romantic get away~!] a-and—AND [FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY]!”
“Mhmmm?” As Spamton beamed at him, Tenna couldn’t help but smile back, “…Okay, I’m interested. You got yourself a deal, mailman.”
He shifted carefully so he was resting on his back, observing with perked antenna to see what the other would do.
The cyber darkner brightened, moving to settle down on his hands and knees, fingers beginning to tap along Tenna’s skin and tracing absent, irregular shapes along it. The CRT watched, Spamton pressing a kiss here and there before pausing to see what the reaction was.
Truthfully, the TV had no clue what Spammy was looking for, not at first. That was until those little, segmented fingers had found one of his more delicate areas along where, with the right pressure and care, a hatch could be pried open to expose some of his metallic skeleton and its system of tangled wires.
He leaned into the contact, humming as those fingers wormed their way along, delicate despite their trembling and twitching. It wasn’t a new sensation by any means, he’d had Spamton work on his wires before when his own hands felt too cumbersome and bulky to get out knots and pinches in his system, but this time. This was different. Spamton took his time, not some absent and casual work through the motions, no this was as though he was trying to memorize every little detail.
Tracing the curve of the wires with the tip of his fingers, pressing his mouth against a metal rib or vertebrae with a ghosting of breath, exposing Tenna’s inner workings and treasuring each inch of it. The TV felt it all, screen dimming as he just settled in that moment.
It was like he was the most valuable thing in the world, the kisses placed down at irregular intervals, a little flush coloring his screen at each surprise peck of the others lips and the gracing of teeth. He was pulled apart, each motion purposeful and plotted, every part of him being lovingly cradled.
When those lips moved to caress the scars along his shoulders, gentle motion massaging the tension resting there, Tenna let himself be nothing more than a limp body resting on the sheets. Each rough, irregular jutting from metal reshaped and replaced was stroked with a light touch, hands working to loosen tensed joints. The kisses trailed up, a snicker sounding at the occasional sparks that would be displaced, and when Spamton finally stood with his face just inches from his own screen, he could see the sheer pride on his little lover’s face.
No wonder this had been a special deal, his antenna curling around one another desperately and tail lashing feverishly, this must have been what true bliss was like.
~
To say his jaw and fingers ached like a real son of a [B!TCH] after his little show for the cathode would be a understatement! But ohhhh was it fucking worth it! The way Tenna was practically putty in hands, ha! It was exhilarating.
Each little hum or grumble of pleasure Tenna let slip like music to his awaiting ears, the way when he nipped at a particular sensitive spot, the cathode would shiver. Never a flinch, never a wince, just a content little shudder, a small sound even; Spamton allowed to do whatever the hell he wanted and being trusted to take care as he did so.
Yeah. Yeah this was worth it. Even if his jaw locked up and he could barely get his limbs to obey him later, it was worth it. Moreso when the cathode, despite his scolding when he realized how Spamton had strained himself, wordlessly went to massage the salesman’s aching jaw and stiff hands.
The two of them just settled there, pressed against one another. Content. Alive.
Truly a special kind of [Heaven].