My Own God
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,851
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.
Her Cruel Device
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. Poison has been edited for use in this non-profit making story. I am merely playing in someone else’s sandpit.
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 Five: Her Cruel Device
The Mainframe confirmed what M herself had been formulating; the program called Smith was defective. The Expansion Upgrade had riddled his system with fatal errors that only a total reboot of the Matrix could fix. And the Mainframe was not willing to reboot for a mere policing program. And so M was told to control him in whatever way she could; and if she could not, then Smith would be deleted.
Unhappy with this threat, she had begun to adjust his program, manipulating the files that were not damaged, and using his newly discovered humanity against him. Her own emotions told her that this was wrong, and abuse of her power over him, but unlike Smith, she had control over her Expansion Upgrade. Ignoring her feelings, she finished, preparing to make the nessicary changes to her own program.
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It was the practice simulation, set up in a pirate program she’d stolen from the Merovingian. Set up like a subway, it was realistic enough compared to the Matrix. There had been no confrontations with rebels recently, and so the Master Program was concerned that when it came to a battle the newly installed pride would cause the Agents to become cocky.
It was Smiths turn to try and best her,with a gun at first and then hand to hand. The other Agents merely stood by, watching and learning, secretly desiring that yet again their Master would totally annihilate Smith.
A clock chimed somewhere, both grabbed their weaponry and darted forward, M dodging each and every bullet to fire an opposite, intended to distract rather than actually hit Smith. She would humour his attempts to hit her.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
Smith was all too aware M wasn’t trying to hit him, and it angered him. This anger joined with other feelings he had for her led to a fierce desire to win this fight, to finally dominate the heartless bitch, for her to finally see him. Their arms met in a lock, both defying gravity for precious milliseconds, before landing on the dusty floor, throwing off weapons and jackets for more free movement. He would not be as easily beaten as the other two were.
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
“Are you ready?” She asked.
“Are you?”
She replied with her fists, right up, left down, right down….each one blocked. He saw her impressed smile, her sweet lips curved into that cold smile he loved to see her wear. And then the surprise came; her foot struck out in a sidekick, hitting him in the stomach so he went flying; well, if not for the rail.
Launching himself back to his feet he took up pose again, figuring that defence would be more successful this time. Let her come to him; he would have some surprises of his own ready. Yes indeed, my dear Master Agent.
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
These emotions he could not control had all agreed that he wanted her; Agent Smith wanted the Master Program. She was power, she was perfection; everything a machine craved for itself, and therefore he wanted her. And if getting close during simulations was the only way he’d ever be intimately close, then so be it. She still controlled him, still had the option to delete him. And it made him feel quite slave-like, knowing she could do such a thing.
M threw herself at him, having ran up the wall for momentum, launching herself over his body and landing behind him; with a snapping noise she secured his arms behind him, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. He had to admit, it felt…delicious, that soft unreal breath on his ear, at the back of his neck…and try as he would, he could not prevent his body from reacting to it.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
“Give up yet?” She cooed. “Just admit defeat to me; there’s no shame, I am the Master Agent.”
“I’ll not submit now.” He jerked quickly forward, causing her to fall with him, letting go of him to prevent a fall. Straigthening as fast as he could, he grabbed a handful of her shirt, the fabric tearing and leaving her body underneath exposed to a degree. Lashing out with his foot, she was forcibly kicked also, her hands shooting out to prevent her smashing too hard, using the force to propel herself back, her unweight added to by crashing back into the Agent and landing on top of him, the impact forcing them both to the ground.
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
She held him down with an iron grip until he stopped wriggling beneath her, realising that this attempt as futile; he could never surpass Agent M. This realisation made is feelings even stronger for her. He took the time to record her flustered body, peach in some places, the perspiration clinging to her face and exposed skin, the top of her black lace bra exposed from his earlier tearing…he saw her, in all her passionate glory, and felt enamoured. Too bad that this was passion for victory, and not sexuality.
She got off, and walked over to her jacket, pulling it back on. Smith clamboured up, wondering if she had felt a rather embarrassing physical sign of attraction…
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
“You’re dismissed. Except for you, Smith, we need to go over some things. Your technique was sloppy.”
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
He froze where he stood, her voice low and hissing, perfect tones of seduction hidden within her words. And the way she rolled his name from her tongue…
Each step she took towards him was measured, sharp, resounding…building up tension an anxiety. And he loved this feeling.
“I think we need to discuss certain things, Agent.”
I want to love you, but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
“Like what, Agent M?”
“Like this”
She grabbed his lips in hers, drawing him into her embrace with a fervent passionate kiss, tasting the metallic taste of his program, adoring the sensation of his body against hers. He felt her tongue, eager and slick, push into his mouth; the idea both repulsed and attracted him. His hands slid down her back and up her front, parting her shirt…
And yet again, he felt her hand on his cheek, the slap arousing him as much as the kiss. She walked off, her hips swaying, leaving him hope for a future encounter
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
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. Poison has been edited for use in this non-profit making story. I am merely playing in someone else’s sandpit.
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 Five: Her Cruel Device
The Mainframe confirmed what M herself had been formulating; the program called Smith was defective. The Expansion Upgrade had riddled his system with fatal errors that only a total reboot of the Matrix could fix. And the Mainframe was not willing to reboot for a mere policing program. And so M was told to control him in whatever way she could; and if she could not, then Smith would be deleted.
Unhappy with this threat, she had begun to adjust his program, manipulating the files that were not damaged, and using his newly discovered humanity against him. Her own emotions told her that this was wrong, and abuse of her power over him, but unlike Smith, she had control over her Expansion Upgrade. Ignoring her feelings, she finished, preparing to make the nessicary changes to her own program.
___
It was the practice simulation, set up in a pirate program she’d stolen from the Merovingian. Set up like a subway, it was realistic enough compared to the Matrix. There had been no confrontations with rebels recently, and so the Master Program was concerned that when it came to a battle the newly installed pride would cause the Agents to become cocky.
It was Smiths turn to try and best her,with a gun at first and then hand to hand. The other Agents merely stood by, watching and learning, secretly desiring that yet again their Master would totally annihilate Smith.
A clock chimed somewhere, both grabbed their weaponry and darted forward, M dodging each and every bullet to fire an opposite, intended to distract rather than actually hit Smith. She would humour his attempts to hit her.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
Smith was all too aware M wasn’t trying to hit him, and it angered him. This anger joined with other feelings he had for her led to a fierce desire to win this fight, to finally dominate the heartless bitch, for her to finally see him. Their arms met in a lock, both defying gravity for precious milliseconds, before landing on the dusty floor, throwing off weapons and jackets for more free movement. He would not be as easily beaten as the other two were.
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
“Are you ready?” She asked.
“Are you?”
She replied with her fists, right up, left down, right down….each one blocked. He saw her impressed smile, her sweet lips curved into that cold smile he loved to see her wear. And then the surprise came; her foot struck out in a sidekick, hitting him in the stomach so he went flying; well, if not for the rail.
Launching himself back to his feet he took up pose again, figuring that defence would be more successful this time. Let her come to him; he would have some surprises of his own ready. Yes indeed, my dear Master Agent.
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
These emotions he could not control had all agreed that he wanted her; Agent Smith wanted the Master Program. She was power, she was perfection; everything a machine craved for itself, and therefore he wanted her. And if getting close during simulations was the only way he’d ever be intimately close, then so be it. She still controlled him, still had the option to delete him. And it made him feel quite slave-like, knowing she could do such a thing.
M threw herself at him, having ran up the wall for momentum, launching herself over his body and landing behind him; with a snapping noise she secured his arms behind him, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. He had to admit, it felt…delicious, that soft unreal breath on his ear, at the back of his neck…and try as he would, he could not prevent his body from reacting to it.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
“Give up yet?” She cooed. “Just admit defeat to me; there’s no shame, I am the Master Agent.”
“I’ll not submit now.” He jerked quickly forward, causing her to fall with him, letting go of him to prevent a fall. Straigthening as fast as he could, he grabbed a handful of her shirt, the fabric tearing and leaving her body underneath exposed to a degree. Lashing out with his foot, she was forcibly kicked also, her hands shooting out to prevent her smashing too hard, using the force to propel herself back, her unweight added to by crashing back into the Agent and landing on top of him, the impact forcing them both to the ground.
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
She held him down with an iron grip until he stopped wriggling beneath her, realising that this attempt as futile; he could never surpass Agent M. This realisation made is feelings even stronger for her. He took the time to record her flustered body, peach in some places, the perspiration clinging to her face and exposed skin, the top of her black lace bra exposed from his earlier tearing…he saw her, in all her passionate glory, and felt enamoured. Too bad that this was passion for victory, and not sexuality.
She got off, and walked over to her jacket, pulling it back on. Smith clamboured up, wondering if she had felt a rather embarrassing physical sign of attraction…
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
“You’re dismissed. Except for you, Smith, we need to go over some things. Your technique was sloppy.”
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
He froze where he stood, her voice low and hissing, perfect tones of seduction hidden within her words. And the way she rolled his name from her tongue…
Each step she took towards him was measured, sharp, resounding…building up tension an anxiety. And he loved this feeling.
“I think we need to discuss certain things, Agent.”
I want to love you, but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
“Like what, Agent M?”
“Like this”
She grabbed his lips in hers, drawing him into her embrace with a fervent passionate kiss, tasting the metallic taste of his program, adoring the sensation of his body against hers. He felt her tongue, eager and slick, push into his mouth; the idea both repulsed and attracted him. His hands slid down her back and up her front, parting her shirt…
And yet again, he felt her hand on his cheek, the slap arousing him as much as the kiss. She walked off, her hips swaying, leaving him hope for a future encounter
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison