My Own God
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Category:
M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,858
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Self-Reliance
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…
Self-Reliance
It was excruciating, the pain of restriction placed upon him. M had flounced off, removing the leather collar, his body aching and unfulfilled, needing to be touched/ But no; she has redressed, surely aware of his eyes on her back, watching the stockings being pulled up her legs, her lingerie replaced with a kind of temptation usually left for a strip tease.
“Do not remove it, and do not get yourself off. If you do, I’ll; know all about it. I always know, remember that.”
One harsh kiss and she pulled his shirt on, carefully burying her face in his neck, a delicate sensation on his skin of lips, and then pain as sharp teeth dug into him.
“Think of this as a promise; obey my rules and you can have your fun. Disobey me, and I’ll take my own fun from you.”
Something about the way she has said fun made him question her definition; blood, seeing him in pain, seeing him suffer…he shuddered, both in fear and in anticipation. M was cruel, but she could also be tender. She knew what he wanted, and he always got it in the end.
But right here, right now, he was alone, awaiting instructions on moving in on a suspected rebel.
M was busy tracking him, their new lead, staring as she ever did, at the RSI images of known Zionites, her mind calculating ways of tracking and exterminating them. Jones and Brown, well…
They had always prefered each others company, and he never questioned it. Until recently, until the Expansion Upgrade; they had lied to him, they had activated it, they were taking full advantage of it, and their feelings.
He envied them, in a way; it must feel nice, having a partner who wanted you fully and completely, with whom you can freely love and pleasure without playing head games.
So they were probably somewhere right now, fucking like rabbits. And here he was still, with a cockring and explicit instructions to behave himself. There was no justice.
Images of Jones and Brown, of M licking his blood off a ruler, of her predatory look as she shut her trap of lust…it was a circle he could never hope to break.
He needed her. But he couldn’t have her. For what felt like hours his mind had spun this yarn, his discomfort and need for orgasm driving him mad with anger and lust, for M, to fuck the little bitch so hard she’d never leave him, she’d never want anyone else…
As he considered this and the look on her face when he beat her, her lying out for him, touching herself for him and calling his name, he hardly noticed as his hand undid his trousers, easily slipping into his underwear to pull his too-hard cock out. Alone in the car, in darkness, he would not be seen by unfamiliar eyes or by M.
He’d rarely done this, never having the need to do so until the Expansion Upgrade, which gave him so much, and yet so very little.
Carefully, her manoevered the restricting cockring off, throwing it carelessly aside, not caring where it landed, eager to end the frustration and the pent up pleasure that had welled up so much it ached.
He closed his eyes; the windows were tinted, he was safe from prying eyes. Breathing out, he recalled their first encounter, on the bonnet, and tried to imagine a very different M.
“I’m not so sure I can do this…I’m not so sure of myself….” M spoke in his mind, a slight pout coming to her lips. He reached out in his mind, a hand grasping hers, pushing her hair out her face.
“You can trust me, I won’t hurt you, just let me show you what I want…”
In the insipidly romantic dream they kissed with a passion; in reality, blood poured into his cock, and with gentle touches he imagined his hand to be M’s, a thumb gently probing at the slit.
“I want to do this-“ she said in an almost shaking voice. “-but tell me if it doesn’t please you.”
Fantasy M’s hand moved faster and faster, replaced in reality by his own masculine hand, his reaction similar in both his dream and the real world.
Deep groans and breathing, his hand sped up as hers would; her shirt was ripped open, her skirt hitched up and her stockings and garter belt in his view. He pictured how soft the skin beneath the lace would be, and then how wet and warm it would be just a little higher, hidden between her legs. His fist tightened as in the dream M bent over him, enclosing a warm hot mouth around him, thumb standing for her tongue as she teased mercilessly. He came hard, desperate relief washing over him. It felt good, cockring gone, his body finally relaxed. It felt so good in fact, that he promptly passed out.
~~~
M was frustrated; not only was her Agent Smith disobeying her, he had taken pleasure from her submittance. Se had delved into his mind, seeing what he saw, feeling the intense frustration and orgasm that had made him come so violently. When he’d passed out, she’d quickly possessed the person closest, and carefully taken his body back to her office.
She carefully dragged a breath through her cigarette, breathing out a steady stream of smoke. His peaceful mind and exhausted mind lay on the soft leather couch, clothes redone up. M stared at him, trying to consider how best to punish him. Beating him hadn’t worked, but the frustration of the cockring….that had angered him greatly.
It was time to take him to another part of the Merovingian’s pirate system.
~~~
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…
Self-Reliance
It was excruciating, the pain of restriction placed upon him. M had flounced off, removing the leather collar, his body aching and unfulfilled, needing to be touched/ But no; she has redressed, surely aware of his eyes on her back, watching the stockings being pulled up her legs, her lingerie replaced with a kind of temptation usually left for a strip tease.
“Do not remove it, and do not get yourself off. If you do, I’ll; know all about it. I always know, remember that.”
One harsh kiss and she pulled his shirt on, carefully burying her face in his neck, a delicate sensation on his skin of lips, and then pain as sharp teeth dug into him.
“Think of this as a promise; obey my rules and you can have your fun. Disobey me, and I’ll take my own fun from you.”
Something about the way she has said fun made him question her definition; blood, seeing him in pain, seeing him suffer…he shuddered, both in fear and in anticipation. M was cruel, but she could also be tender. She knew what he wanted, and he always got it in the end.
But right here, right now, he was alone, awaiting instructions on moving in on a suspected rebel.
M was busy tracking him, their new lead, staring as she ever did, at the RSI images of known Zionites, her mind calculating ways of tracking and exterminating them. Jones and Brown, well…
They had always prefered each others company, and he never questioned it. Until recently, until the Expansion Upgrade; they had lied to him, they had activated it, they were taking full advantage of it, and their feelings.
He envied them, in a way; it must feel nice, having a partner who wanted you fully and completely, with whom you can freely love and pleasure without playing head games.
So they were probably somewhere right now, fucking like rabbits. And here he was still, with a cockring and explicit instructions to behave himself. There was no justice.
Images of Jones and Brown, of M licking his blood off a ruler, of her predatory look as she shut her trap of lust…it was a circle he could never hope to break.
He needed her. But he couldn’t have her. For what felt like hours his mind had spun this yarn, his discomfort and need for orgasm driving him mad with anger and lust, for M, to fuck the little bitch so hard she’d never leave him, she’d never want anyone else…
As he considered this and the look on her face when he beat her, her lying out for him, touching herself for him and calling his name, he hardly noticed as his hand undid his trousers, easily slipping into his underwear to pull his too-hard cock out. Alone in the car, in darkness, he would not be seen by unfamiliar eyes or by M.
He’d rarely done this, never having the need to do so until the Expansion Upgrade, which gave him so much, and yet so very little.
Carefully, her manoevered the restricting cockring off, throwing it carelessly aside, not caring where it landed, eager to end the frustration and the pent up pleasure that had welled up so much it ached.
He closed his eyes; the windows were tinted, he was safe from prying eyes. Breathing out, he recalled their first encounter, on the bonnet, and tried to imagine a very different M.
“I’m not so sure I can do this…I’m not so sure of myself….” M spoke in his mind, a slight pout coming to her lips. He reached out in his mind, a hand grasping hers, pushing her hair out her face.
“You can trust me, I won’t hurt you, just let me show you what I want…”
In the insipidly romantic dream they kissed with a passion; in reality, blood poured into his cock, and with gentle touches he imagined his hand to be M’s, a thumb gently probing at the slit.
“I want to do this-“ she said in an almost shaking voice. “-but tell me if it doesn’t please you.”
Fantasy M’s hand moved faster and faster, replaced in reality by his own masculine hand, his reaction similar in both his dream and the real world.
Deep groans and breathing, his hand sped up as hers would; her shirt was ripped open, her skirt hitched up and her stockings and garter belt in his view. He pictured how soft the skin beneath the lace would be, and then how wet and warm it would be just a little higher, hidden between her legs. His fist tightened as in the dream M bent over him, enclosing a warm hot mouth around him, thumb standing for her tongue as she teased mercilessly. He came hard, desperate relief washing over him. It felt good, cockring gone, his body finally relaxed. It felt so good in fact, that he promptly passed out.
~~~
M was frustrated; not only was her Agent Smith disobeying her, he had taken pleasure from her submittance. Se had delved into his mind, seeing what he saw, feeling the intense frustration and orgasm that had made him come so violently. When he’d passed out, she’d quickly possessed the person closest, and carefully taken his body back to her office.
She carefully dragged a breath through her cigarette, breathing out a steady stream of smoke. His peaceful mind and exhausted mind lay on the soft leather couch, clothes redone up. M stared at him, trying to consider how best to punish him. Beating him hadn’t worked, but the frustration of the cockring….that had angered him greatly.
It was time to take him to another part of the Merovingian’s pirate system.
~~~