My Own God

Title: My Own God
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Web page:http://www.machinescontradiction.bravehost.com/fanfiction.html
Pairing; Agent Smith/OC
Current Rating: NC17
Summary: The story of how just how machines seek perfection, so too are they filled with contradiction.
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: For a while, the rest of the fic will have certain degrees of PWP. A few people have asked me to elaborate on their sexploits, and I myself have some further exploration of their deeper relationship to make. And so, if you wish to read plot, keep skipping chapters…

Odds outweighed


He was getting cold now; the temperate had dropped substantially in the office, meaning that night had fallen. Hadn’t M tied him at approximately 2pm?

He cursed his over eagerness, for causing her displeasure. Agent M was his master, the only person he answered to, and he would deny her nothing. Especially now, with the amount of pleasure she gave him.

He gasped as he realised he’d grown hard at the memory of her lips, wrapped around his cock, the half lidded expression on her face, the glint of subtle torment in her grey eyes. She was beautiful, and dangerous, probably one of the reasons he yearned for her so completely.

She had asked for nothing, had only kissed him, ignoring her own body’s needs to give him release...she wanted to explore humanity, was she perhaps afraid of appearing as needy as himself?

His mind formulated the response; she was his master, he was hers to command; in relationships, of love and lust, partners had to be equal; he and M could never be so. Until she decided, he would never be allowed to undress her, to find out exactly what she hid beneath her uniform, never fell soft skin on his hands or with his lips, or have sex on top of her.

M had cuffed him to hold him still to cause discomfort. But nothing felt more uncomfortable than the fact he was aroused and completely unable to do anything about it.

Just imagining her pale body, contorted with delight at the sensation of his tongue dipped between her legs, tasting whatever sweetness she kept denying him…

He groaned, begging whatever gods there were for M to return. He would beg her, he didn’t care, he just needed to release…

“Are you ready to apologise yet?” Her voice, still inside the office, amusement lacing her tone. “You look god enough to fuck me senseless, if nothing else. But I need to hear what I want first.”

“I’m sorry, M; I should never have taken advantage.” There was the sound of a lighter being ignited, and a few seconds later, the scent of a cigarette, the smoke wafting over to him.

“You deserve a great deal better then me, I am unable to fulfil your expectations.”

She walked to him, and sat behind him on the desk. Reaching into the desk, she withdrew a soft leather collar. She had never left the office, he realised, and she had been sitting in silence and watching him struggle, intruding into his mind and noting what he wanted.

The collar was her only way of allowing him what he wanted without relinquishing control; he was exactly where she wanted him, yearning for her command above all else.

Taking a deep breath, she bought he cigarette to her lips, glad for some sweet relief. The adrenaline rush calmed her down, clearing her mind of all but lust and need.

“You have given me what I wanted, and now I shall give you what you want….with a condition….”

Carefully encircling his throat, M redid the c