My Own God
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,859
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
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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. Bad Medicine is property of Bon Jovi.
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…
Trump Card
Agent Smith was dreaming, or so he thought. Before him was a barely lit stage, with a barely-dressed M standing with her head bowed. Dressed in the most unlikely of outfits, she posed with her small latex looking dress, breasts pointing proudly forward, heels arching effortlessly into her legs, looking as sexy and as natural that they almost became a part of her.
I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
He hadn’t noticed the music really, just a song played loud enough to make a reverberating sound about the room. But then M seemed to move in time to it, grabbing the pole and singing around it in a suggestive manner, carefully rubbing hands up and down her body.
I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me
I got all the symptoms count 'em 1,2,3
After the music, he noticed that there were others watching the Tableau. Pirate Programs possibly, but he could sense that there were others. Voices called out to her, cat calls, leers, begging for her to come to them, to come for them…
First you need
That's what you get for falling in love
Jealousy began to set in; how dare any other person lust so blatantly for M? She had been his first, she would always be his lover….
Then you bleed
You get a little but it's never enough
She looked straight at him, she winked, and then slid down the pole, the surface of the curved pipe rubbing between her legs, the look of ecstasy on her face so clearly for him…
On your knees
That's what you get for falling in love
And now this boy's addicted cause your kiss is the drug
Two figures loomed either side of her, and lifted her up, a whispered conversation he couldn’t make out held between them. It turned into a fantasy, M reaching forward to kiss one, who, now in the light, was identified by Smith as Agent Brown, her hands reaching to undo his tie. It was deep and passionate, with none of the harsh demands she insisted from him. Jones undid the fastenings on her dress, standing behind her, hands running over herm latex loosened over her breasts.
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Smith tried to move, determined to awaken from this dream, sure it would do him more harm then good, but found himself frozen in place, unable to move at all. All he could do was watch.
Shake it up, just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can
Cure my disease
Brown had pulled the latex away, mouth at her throat, down the bow of her collar, kissing her pale skin gently. M leaned back, tilting her head so she could take Jones’ lips into a kiss, his hands on hips carefully tugging her panties down…
I don't need no needle
To be giving me a thrill
Brown had pulled the latex away, mouth at her throat, down the bow of her collar, kissing her pale skin gently. M leaned back, tilting her head so she could take Jones’ lips into a kiss, his hands on hips carefully tugging her panties down…
And I don't need no anesthesia
Or a nurse to bring a pill
Smith bit his lip, the look on her face, the soft moans she made going to his cock, all mixing up into a haze of arousal that clouded his every thought and action.
I got a dirty down addiction
It doesn't leave a track
Brown took each of her legs and readjusted her position, Jones helping to lie the Master Agent down. Her head ended up on Jones’ lap as Brown put her leg over his shoulder, his head between her legs with lips on her clit as his counterpart’s delicate hand took a breast into each hand.
I got a jolt for your affection
Like a monkey on my back
Smith could not help but groan aloud at the show she was so clearly putting on for him, her long legs now tied behind Brown’s head, forcing him to stay in place, licking, sucking and lavishing her most intimate spot in the most shameless way. Jones’ fingers had found her nipples, working on them in a most ruthless manner. In a flash, M’s hand snapped upwards, ripping the shades from Jones’ face, tossing the broken frame aside and pulling into an upside down kiss.
There ain't no paramedic
Gonna save this heart attack
Smith had the sudden clarity that this was not a dream; it felt too real, and he would have awoken by now with the images presented before him.
With a raging hard on and a mind collided with lust, Smith couldn’t take it anymore; M was his, how dare she be so willing with the others?
I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath
You're an all night generator wrapped is stockings and a dress
Brown escaped her now relaxed grip, pulling Jones from M’s kiss and replacing it with his own, sharing M’s taste with him, licking the sticky juices from his face.
M reached up and began to undo Jones’ zipper, wrapping her mouth over his already stiff erection, fingers dipping deeper to gently toy with his balls, allowing the two male agents to kiss passionately, hands travelling over bodies.
When you find your medicine you take what you can get
Cause if there's something better baby well they haven't found it yet
“Is this what you want, Smith? Hmmm? Tell me, is that what you, me like this with you, so eager to please you, so willing?”
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Her voice sounded clear in his head, those large eyes gazing straight at him, into his soul. He nodded shamefully, and found he could look away.
“Lets leave them alone then, and explore our own relationship a little more then, my Agent.” She carefully slid from between the two agents, and came to him, extending her hand graciously.
Bad, Bad Medicine
Bad, Bad Medicine
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. Bad Medicine is property of Bon Jovi.
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…
Trump Card
Agent Smith was dreaming, or so he thought. Before him was a barely lit stage, with a barely-dressed M standing with her head bowed. Dressed in the most unlikely of outfits, she posed with her small latex looking dress, breasts pointing proudly forward, heels arching effortlessly into her legs, looking as sexy and as natural that they almost became a part of her.
I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
He hadn’t noticed the music really, just a song played loud enough to make a reverberating sound about the room. But then M seemed to move in time to it, grabbing the pole and singing around it in a suggestive manner, carefully rubbing hands up and down her body.
I got lots of money but it isn't what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me
I got all the symptoms count 'em 1,2,3
After the music, he noticed that there were others watching the Tableau. Pirate Programs possibly, but he could sense that there were others. Voices called out to her, cat calls, leers, begging for her to come to them, to come for them…
First you need
That's what you get for falling in love
Jealousy began to set in; how dare any other person lust so blatantly for M? She had been his first, she would always be his lover….
Then you bleed
You get a little but it's never enough
She looked straight at him, she winked, and then slid down the pole, the surface of the curved pipe rubbing between her legs, the look of ecstasy on her face so clearly for him…
On your knees
That's what you get for falling in love
And now this boy's addicted cause your kiss is the drug
Two figures loomed either side of her, and lifted her up, a whispered conversation he couldn’t make out held between them. It turned into a fantasy, M reaching forward to kiss one, who, now in the light, was identified by Smith as Agent Brown, her hands reaching to undo his tie. It was deep and passionate, with none of the harsh demands she insisted from him. Jones undid the fastenings on her dress, standing behind her, hands running over herm latex loosened over her breasts.
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Smith tried to move, determined to awaken from this dream, sure it would do him more harm then good, but found himself frozen in place, unable to move at all. All he could do was watch.
Shake it up, just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can
Cure my disease
Brown had pulled the latex away, mouth at her throat, down the bow of her collar, kissing her pale skin gently. M leaned back, tilting her head so she could take Jones’ lips into a kiss, his hands on hips carefully tugging her panties down…
I don't need no needle
To be giving me a thrill
Brown had pulled the latex away, mouth at her throat, down the bow of her collar, kissing her pale skin gently. M leaned back, tilting her head so she could take Jones’ lips into a kiss, his hands on hips carefully tugging her panties down…
And I don't need no anesthesia
Or a nurse to bring a pill
Smith bit his lip, the look on her face, the soft moans she made going to his cock, all mixing up into a haze of arousal that clouded his every thought and action.
I got a dirty down addiction
It doesn't leave a track
Brown took each of her legs and readjusted her position, Jones helping to lie the Master Agent down. Her head ended up on Jones’ lap as Brown put her leg over his shoulder, his head between her legs with lips on her clit as his counterpart’s delicate hand took a breast into each hand.
I got a jolt for your affection
Like a monkey on my back
Smith could not help but groan aloud at the show she was so clearly putting on for him, her long legs now tied behind Brown’s head, forcing him to stay in place, licking, sucking and lavishing her most intimate spot in the most shameless way. Jones’ fingers had found her nipples, working on them in a most ruthless manner. In a flash, M’s hand snapped upwards, ripping the shades from Jones’ face, tossing the broken frame aside and pulling into an upside down kiss.
There ain't no paramedic
Gonna save this heart attack
Smith had the sudden clarity that this was not a dream; it felt too real, and he would have awoken by now with the images presented before him.
With a raging hard on and a mind collided with lust, Smith couldn’t take it anymore; M was his, how dare she be so willing with the others?
I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath
You're an all night generator wrapped is stockings and a dress
Brown escaped her now relaxed grip, pulling Jones from M’s kiss and replacing it with his own, sharing M’s taste with him, licking the sticky juices from his face.
M reached up and began to undo Jones’ zipper, wrapping her mouth over his already stiff erection, fingers dipping deeper to gently toy with his balls, allowing the two male agents to kiss passionately, hands travelling over bodies.
When you find your medicine you take what you can get
Cause if there's something better baby well they haven't found it yet
“Is this what you want, Smith? Hmmm? Tell me, is that what you, me like this with you, so eager to please you, so willing?”
Your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Her voice sounded clear in his head, those large eyes gazing straight at him, into his soul. He nodded shamefully, and found he could look away.
“Lets leave them alone then, and explore our own relationship a little more then, my Agent.” She carefully slid from between the two agents, and came to him, extending her hand graciously.
Bad, Bad Medicine
Bad, Bad Medicine