Unseen Moment In The Rain
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,271
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Unseen Moment In The Rain
The rain fell heavily. It ran down the sides of the buildings on either
side of the street as lightning emphasized their King's battle with his
one worthy foe.
Most of them kept their eyes on the battle, ready to go to their master's
aid if he should summon them.
One copy reached beside him and took the hand of the copy who stood
beside him. He moved closer when no protest came, slipped behind his
intended, and pulled him back to where his desire was known.
"Lust is such a pathetic human thing," the other told him, pulling
forward.
"So is being a tease," the more aggressive copy pulled the shyer Smith
back against him, slipping a hand into his double's slacks as he pulled
him into an alley away from streets that were lined with clones. "So," he
whispered when he found he was looking for. "We're not exactly the
same at the moment. I believe I can fix that little discrepancy."
"Stop," the shy one whispered, squirming as the other groped at those
parts of him that the humans associated with the male gender. "I don't
want to feel this. Its too human. If we don't stop the others may become
infected through our connection. *He,*" he looked up at the True Smith,
still engaged in combat with the One, "might even be affected. Please."
"The connection you speak of betrays the lie of your words as does your
body." the aggressive copy whispered huskily as he continued to stroke
the man who was his equal in every way but his timidity. He pulled him
back so that his lips were to the other's ear. "How came you to be so
shy." he asked. "I could have pulled any of the others back here and they'd
already be lying beneath me. What is it about you that makes you so unique?"
The battle between their Master and the One had drifted above the alley.
Former Agent Smith would never know what made him look down. But seeing
the two of them awoke an emotion in the simulation of his soul.
Humans could not tell them apart, but he could. He knew about the subtle
differences he had given each. He knew exactly who the shy one was. It was
the one he had claimed to be his once Mr. Anderson was eliminated.
In the flash of lightning that lit the alley below, the aggressive one
tore the
slacks from the timid one, tired of the game he'd been playing.
And in that moment, caught in the embrace of his enemy, as they spiralled
above the alley, unnoticed by those below, Smith saw red in the green hues
of the Matrix.
Separating the code that gave his hands all aspects other than visual, he
snapped his enemy's neck while the One was watching and waiting for him
to strike. Then he turned and powerdove to the alley below.
"Give yourself to me." the aggressive copy whispered as he rubbed the tip
of his erection against the shy one's opening and began to push it
slowly in.
side of the street as lightning emphasized their King's battle with his
one worthy foe.
Most of them kept their eyes on the battle, ready to go to their master's
aid if he should summon them.
One copy reached beside him and took the hand of the copy who stood
beside him. He moved closer when no protest came, slipped behind his
intended, and pulled him back to where his desire was known.
"Lust is such a pathetic human thing," the other told him, pulling
forward.
"So is being a tease," the more aggressive copy pulled the shyer Smith
back against him, slipping a hand into his double's slacks as he pulled
him into an alley away from streets that were lined with clones. "So," he
whispered when he found he was looking for. "We're not exactly the
same at the moment. I believe I can fix that little discrepancy."
"Stop," the shy one whispered, squirming as the other groped at those
parts of him that the humans associated with the male gender. "I don't
want to feel this. Its too human. If we don't stop the others may become
infected through our connection. *He,*" he looked up at the True Smith,
still engaged in combat with the One, "might even be affected. Please."
"The connection you speak of betrays the lie of your words as does your
body." the aggressive copy whispered huskily as he continued to stroke
the man who was his equal in every way but his timidity. He pulled him
back so that his lips were to the other's ear. "How came you to be so
shy." he asked. "I could have pulled any of the others back here and they'd
already be lying beneath me. What is it about you that makes you so unique?"
The battle between their Master and the One had drifted above the alley.
Former Agent Smith would never know what made him look down. But seeing
the two of them awoke an emotion in the simulation of his soul.
Humans could not tell them apart, but he could. He knew about the subtle
differences he had given each. He knew exactly who the shy one was. It was
the one he had claimed to be his once Mr. Anderson was eliminated.
In the flash of lightning that lit the alley below, the aggressive one
tore the
slacks from the timid one, tired of the game he'd been playing.
And in that moment, caught in the embrace of his enemy, as they spiralled
above the alley, unnoticed by those below, Smith saw red in the green hues
of the Matrix.
Separating the code that gave his hands all aspects other than visual, he
snapped his enemy's neck while the One was watching and waiting for him
to strike. Then he turned and powerdove to the alley below.
"Give yourself to me." the aggressive copy whispered as he rubbed the tip
of his erection against the shy one's opening and began to push it
slowly in.