My Own God
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,861
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.
Shut Your Mouth
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: R
Summary: The story of how just how machines seek perfection, so too are they filled with contradiction.
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s. Shut Your Mouth has been edited for use in this none-profit making fanfiction.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: I was sick of the fact that there were no major female roles in the films (apart from Trinity…) and so I have corrected that oversight. The say Smith and Neo are opposites, and so therefore I decided to even the odds between them a tad.
My Own God
Chapter Eight: Shut Your Mouth
M fell, her head hitting with a sick crack, her eyes closing in defeat. They had fought for hours, both programs running at peak efficiency, set into overdrive. Smith returned to her body, looking down at this. Here was the al powerful Agent M, lying at his feet
The only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever needed
Oblivion had answered a great many of his questions; why she had initiated intercourse with him, how she and the Mainframe had been using his inability to control his upgrade to manipulate him. So it was time for his revenge; this program, this…woman had used his humanity against him. And made him a lapdog to her abuse.
Is my own way - I gotta have it all
That was what disgusted him, what he so desperately needed to rectify. He had the potential to be god in this world, and only she stood between him and his goal of godhood; of perfection. To dominate her, to control, something he’d always wanted, to have her trying to escape his harsh grip, to hear her pathetic begging…
Together in this deserted office, the lights out low, he could make her out, stirring gently from her unconsciousness.
I don't want your opinion,
I don't need your ideas
He knelt down and picked her up, doll like, holding her to him, legs splayed open about his waist.
“No, put me down.”
“Now now M, you should at least allow me the spoils of my victory” She gasped softly at this; her program incapacitated by his…
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“It’s only what you yourself did to me, M. And don’t you dare deny it!”
“There’s got to be something else you want...anything else, you can have freely…”
Stay the fuck out of my face,
Stay away from me
“I only want you; you can understand that, can’t you, M?” He held her face to his, considering it, removing the broken shades and stroking her hair. “You can understand the need for total undeniable control?”
She whimpered, the full irony of the truth revealed to her. She should have realised Oblivion-the gap between the Matrix and The Source, were a program was presented a choice-would have answered his questions.
I am my god
I do as I please
He had been told of her interference with his program, of her manipulation and mock seduction, of the real reason behind it all. He intended to force her to bend to him, to break all ties to their former selves. But that would not be. This was just a punishment, she would take it. He was right; this was a fair spoil of victory. His program had finally evolved beyond hers; he now thought as she did, acted as she did…and owned the right to do with her as he saw fit.
Shut your mouth
I had enough and you're going down
What comes around you know goes around
“So, M, how will Mainframe take it? You, being beaten and abused in all ways a program can? Will they delete you as they did me? Hmm? Don’t listen to them; come with me….we can rule this Matrix, you as my second…Just give in, surrender my powers to me…” Her tattered shirt was yanked away, hands freely roaming, invading, pervading as they never had done before.
My mind is playing tricks on me
I am not as stable as I used to be
Perfection. A charge passed through him. He was ravishing perfection herself, her beautiful pale form laid out for him only, her body inviting and tempting to the touch she closed her eyes, a neutral expression gracing her features as she allowed him to do as he liked. He felt anger; he had wanted resistance. He wanted a fight, to have the satisfaction of forcing her unwillingly, to prove himself
Pushed and shoved,
You know you're going too far
Grabbing a handful of her hair he twisted painfully, revelling in her agonised scream, swallowing it down with a painful kiss, enveloping her with his own body. Lying beneath him, realising the futility of the situation, she bean to fight against him. The movement only caused him to become more aroused, her exposed flesh rubbing sensuously against his own.
I will not break my back for you no more,
I am gonna go my way
M felt fear creep over her logic, overruling her collected thoughts. This was not only a loss in battle, but a violation. She was not willing. And this Smith, the Viri, the Exile Smith frightened her. The gleam in his eye, maybe, or his actions. Even through her fear, she could feel slight enjoyment travel through her. Maybe it was his sheer power, or his newly acquired masculinity…she wanted to laugh. He now seemed more man than machine.
I am gonna take control
Time to wake up and dig myself out of this hell
His movements more for his own pleasure than hers, her skirt was ignored, the sound of a zipper, and she felt it. At the same time, a physical, emotional and spiritual pain. Once this was over, she was set for deletion. She was worthless, a nothing. She had been unable to beat Smith, her Agents would fall also….Smith was all powerful; it had been his destiny…she saw that now. But it didn’t lessen the pain.
You're getting what your ego deserves
What comes around you know goes around
It finished quickly, he eventually pulled her body back onto his lap. M refused to respond to his actions. This was all he’d ever truly wanted; to hold her, to be free of the inhibitions. And yet…she had begun to cry….
Author: FloweringWolfsbane
Author’s Email: flowering_wolfsbane@hotmail.com
Web page:http://www.machinescontradiction.bravehost.com/fanfiction.html
Pairing; Agent Smith/OC
Current Rating: R
Summary: The story of how just how machines seek perfection, so too are they filled with contradiction.
Disclaimer: Not mine, someone else’s. Shut Your Mouth has been edited for use in this none-profit making fanfiction.
Warnings: Completely AU of course.
Author’s Note: I was sick of the fact that there were no major female roles in the films (apart from Trinity…) and so I have corrected that oversight. The say Smith and Neo are opposites, and so therefore I decided to even the odds between them a tad.
My Own God
Chapter Eight: Shut Your Mouth
M fell, her head hitting with a sick crack, her eyes closing in defeat. They had fought for hours, both programs running at peak efficiency, set into overdrive. Smith returned to her body, looking down at this. Here was the al powerful Agent M, lying at his feet
The only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever needed
Oblivion had answered a great many of his questions; why she had initiated intercourse with him, how she and the Mainframe had been using his inability to control his upgrade to manipulate him. So it was time for his revenge; this program, this…woman had used his humanity against him. And made him a lapdog to her abuse.
Is my own way - I gotta have it all
That was what disgusted him, what he so desperately needed to rectify. He had the potential to be god in this world, and only she stood between him and his goal of godhood; of perfection. To dominate her, to control, something he’d always wanted, to have her trying to escape his harsh grip, to hear her pathetic begging…
Together in this deserted office, the lights out low, he could make her out, stirring gently from her unconsciousness.
I don't want your opinion,
I don't need your ideas
He knelt down and picked her up, doll like, holding her to him, legs splayed open about his waist.
“No, put me down.”
“Now now M, you should at least allow me the spoils of my victory” She gasped softly at this; her program incapacitated by his…
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“It’s only what you yourself did to me, M. And don’t you dare deny it!”
“There’s got to be something else you want...anything else, you can have freely…”
Stay the fuck out of my face,
Stay away from me
“I only want you; you can understand that, can’t you, M?” He held her face to his, considering it, removing the broken shades and stroking her hair. “You can understand the need for total undeniable control?”
She whimpered, the full irony of the truth revealed to her. She should have realised Oblivion-the gap between the Matrix and The Source, were a program was presented a choice-would have answered his questions.
I am my god
I do as I please
He had been told of her interference with his program, of her manipulation and mock seduction, of the real reason behind it all. He intended to force her to bend to him, to break all ties to their former selves. But that would not be. This was just a punishment, she would take it. He was right; this was a fair spoil of victory. His program had finally evolved beyond hers; he now thought as she did, acted as she did…and owned the right to do with her as he saw fit.
Shut your mouth
I had enough and you're going down
What comes around you know goes around
“So, M, how will Mainframe take it? You, being beaten and abused in all ways a program can? Will they delete you as they did me? Hmm? Don’t listen to them; come with me….we can rule this Matrix, you as my second…Just give in, surrender my powers to me…” Her tattered shirt was yanked away, hands freely roaming, invading, pervading as they never had done before.
My mind is playing tricks on me
I am not as stable as I used to be
Perfection. A charge passed through him. He was ravishing perfection herself, her beautiful pale form laid out for him only, her body inviting and tempting to the touch she closed her eyes, a neutral expression gracing her features as she allowed him to do as he liked. He felt anger; he had wanted resistance. He wanted a fight, to have the satisfaction of forcing her unwillingly, to prove himself
Pushed and shoved,
You know you're going too far
Grabbing a handful of her hair he twisted painfully, revelling in her agonised scream, swallowing it down with a painful kiss, enveloping her with his own body. Lying beneath him, realising the futility of the situation, she bean to fight against him. The movement only caused him to become more aroused, her exposed flesh rubbing sensuously against his own.
I will not break my back for you no more,
I am gonna go my way
M felt fear creep over her logic, overruling her collected thoughts. This was not only a loss in battle, but a violation. She was not willing. And this Smith, the Viri, the Exile Smith frightened her. The gleam in his eye, maybe, or his actions. Even through her fear, she could feel slight enjoyment travel through her. Maybe it was his sheer power, or his newly acquired masculinity…she wanted to laugh. He now seemed more man than machine.
I am gonna take control
Time to wake up and dig myself out of this hell
His movements more for his own pleasure than hers, her skirt was ignored, the sound of a zipper, and she felt it. At the same time, a physical, emotional and spiritual pain. Once this was over, she was set for deletion. She was worthless, a nothing. She had been unable to beat Smith, her Agents would fall also….Smith was all powerful; it had been his destiny…she saw that now. But it didn’t lessen the pain.
You're getting what your ego deserves
What comes around you know goes around
It finished quickly, he eventually pulled her body back onto his lap. M refused to respond to his actions. This was all he’d ever truly wanted; to hold her, to be free of the inhibitions. And yet…she had begun to cry….