Smith and his Boost

Takes place after the First Matrix Movie... Just thought you would like to know. -  Scitah 

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Patricia “Boost” Forman smiled at her self proclaimed brother, Juri “Nano” Knanonski as he grinned quite cheekily at her.



“Now, I know you don’t like celebrations or me prying into your log and all… But I couldn’t just ask you for what you wanted for your birthday, now, could I?”  His olive skin, oddly golden-ed under the light, or rather, lack-there-of, accentuated the mischievous glinting in his deep brown eyes.



Boost’s eyebrow rose quickly, “… This better be a gift worth getting, Nano.”



Despite Nano’s nickname, he was a really large man who had an over active obsession with really small things and programming the tiniest of things. “Oh, it is.” he nodded and shuffled around his pockets.



Boost, a lean woman of leggy proportions, crossed her arms, waiting. If Nano had gone through the trouble of peaking through her Personal Log, then this would most definitely be a great gift!  Especially with her fascination regarding the Agents…



Boost was also a very sexual woman, and Nano knew that… But then again, who didn’t? Boost was never shy, and always blunt.



“Ah! Found it!” Nano nearly shouted, baritone voice nearly rattling the dish ware on Boost’s table.



Gingerly placing a small memory disk on the table, he pushed it slowly towards her, “It’s a Guilty Pleasure Program… Set’s you up in your choice of place-” he abruptly stopped, waiting for Boost to look up at him.



She was confused. This dream place program was a gift last year!



“With Agent Smith whom will have no Agent abilities within this confinement. Also, it hooks up to Agent Smith himself! Puts him pretty much there and at your will…”



“That’s no easy task, Nano…” Boost blinked at him, in awe, before lunging across the table to give her “big brother” a deathly hug.



“Alright! Alright!” he laughed, pushing Boost off of his person before standing on his own, “I’ll let you hop to it, hm?”



Boost nodded quickly, “Yes, yes! I am eager to try it out!”



“Want me to plug you in for old time’s sake?” Nano asked.



“Nah. I like it better when I do it.”



Loud laughter filled the doorway as Nano was shoved out of Boost’s room, “Have fun!”



“Will do! Just for you!” was the joking response he received.



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Boost uploaded the program and was now inside of it, pondering what she should start the room as before calling upon Smith.



Smirking, she allowed an elegant apartment to fill out, soft and warm tones all over until one reached the bathroom, which held a blue and green theme, and the bedroom, which was black and red.



Nodding at the place, the thoughts of what she could do with Smith around this whole area racked chills up and down her spine.



Finally, she walked towards the door and opened it, finding a bewildered Smith’s back as he twisted about.



When he noticed the warm light flooding the dark hallway of only her door, he turned to find a predatory smile on the woman’s face.



“Mr. Smith… Are you surprised to see me?” she asked huskily before stepping aside to let him in.



“What is this?” Smith asked, not moving an inch.



“My Unplugged Birthday Present.” she responded, “Would you care for a glass of wine?”



“Wine?” he nearly hissed, “I do not have time to indulge in a mere human’s fantasies! This programming is highly irregular.”



Boost rolled her eyes with a sigh before grabbing the neck of his button up shirt and dragging him into the living room.



This surprised Agent Smith greatly as he stumbled to catch himself. “I do not understand. Why am I suddenly so…”



“Human?” Boost filled in.



Smith stared at her a moment, then nodded, “Yes. I am behaving like one of your kind. Like an infectuo-”



Boost couldn’t help herself any longer and had attached her mouth to his in a fiery kiss.



Pulling roughly away, Smith stared behind his glasses at Boost, “What the hell are you doing?”



With a smirk, Boost pressed only harder against Smith, “Do I detect human panic, Smith?”



Like turning on, or rather, off a light, Smith became his frowning self. “You are mistaken.”



“Lies, now, too? Oh, ho, ho…” she snickered, backing Smith against the couch, “This place is programmed for my enjoyment… Thus, you are my enjoyment…”



“I believe this would be labeled rape.” He stated, to which Boost responded, “I believe this would be labeled no one caring.”



Apparently, this was the moment labeled silence.



Boost’s black painted nails scratched lightly at his suit, drawing his attention down to her hands until said hands pushed him onto the couch.



A little smirk engulfed Boost’s face as Smith sat up quickly in anger.



He went to stand but she pushed him back down again, her knees now on either side of his, “Have you ever experienced sex, Smith?”



“No.” he threw a punch at her but she caught it before grabbing his other wrist and trapping them against the top of the couch as she straddled Smith on the couch.



“Pity… I guess I will just have to show you the ropes, huh?” She whispered against his mouth.



“You will get off of me, now.” Smith growled deeply, earning a throaty laugh from Boost who ground against said man. That brought a strange look to Smith’s face, “What the hell?”



Boost looked down with a smile, “You are more human than you know, Smith… The Architect obviously has a wicked sense of humor.”



“What?” he hissed, “This is impossible!”



He went to complain more, but Boost clamped her mouth over his, running her tongue over any inch she could.



She pulled back with a smirk, “What is your programming telling you, Smith?”



He blinked at her, unsure of what he should say or even do.



“You don’t have the programming required to do what we’re about to do, but you know what it is, how it works and all… Right?” She smirked.



Smith frowned deeply, “I was not programmed to have sex. There for, we shall not have sex.”



“Oh? Then why, if you weren’t meant to piss or fuck, were you given a cock that is rock hard?”



Glancing down, Smith quirked a brow at the appendage in question; “As you have stated; The Architect has a ‘wicked’ sense of humor.”



“Why not give it a shot? What will this harm? Were you doing something important?” Boost smirked.



“This is a waste of time.” He hissed, attempting to push Boost off of his person.



“Your arguing with me is a waste of time.” she said, standing and letting him move away from her towards the door, “But answer me this; did you enjoy my kiss?”



He paused, mid step before straightening out his posture and suit. “I would be lying if I said I did not.”



“Are you afraid to enjoy something?”



“… No.”



“Are you afraid to enjoy entertainment of the flesh?”



“Your questions are rather pointless.”



Boost smirked and pointed at his still-there erection, “See you in the bedroom, Smith.” and she walked towards the red and black room.



Smith, ever quick on his feet, rushed after her, pinning her to the wall, “What is this place? Why can’t I leave?”



Boost smirked, “Ooh, I love it rough.”



That reaction from Boost did not please Smith at all and he slightly shook her, “Release me from this place!”



“Aww… But where would the fun be in that?” she then nimbly undid his belt and flung it across the living room, drawing Smith’s attention to it. Using that moment, she undid his pants and shoved her hand into them, grabbing a hand full of Agent Cock. “Now, there’s the party.”



Smith slowly glanced down, mouth slightly parted, “I do not understand this.”



A low chuckle escaped Boost’s throat, “Then let me teach you.” her fingers lightly moved along the underside of Smith’s cock, drawing a quick shudder from the program.



When his stare returned to her face, she held a bizarre twist of seducer and tutor upon it.



“It would seem that I can not win nor leave until you release me. So, we shall do things your way.” Smith finally said.



“Oh, lovely. Come along then.” and she went into the bedroom, tossing Smith onto the bed. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”



“Apprehension. Trepidation.” He began to list.



Boost bowed her head with laughter, “I meant physically.”



“I see. What does it matter?”



“Do these physical feelings embarrass you?” she pushed him onto the bed.



“I am not a human. I don’t feel embarrassment.” he allowed her to control his movements… For now.



“Excitement?” She asked, crawling onto him to undo his tie and jacket.



“Not exactly.” He answered, staring up at her.



“Now or ever?”



“I recently have felt excitement.”



“What were you doing?”



“Fighting. As per my design.”



“Well…” she began, tossing his jacket and tie over her shoulder to work on his shirt, “Time to turn to fucking. It requires strength, agility, flexibility… Well, the good sex does anyways.” she chuckled.



“There is a difference between?”



“Indeed there is, Smith.”



“How does it work between two men?”



This made Boost laugh heartily, unable to do much until she calmed down, “One fucks the other’s anus.”



“Ha. That is indeed most amusing.” he offered that smirk he now-a-days often had.



“I’m glad you think so.” she then noted the short robe she was wearing and looked at Smith, who was, pretty much, naked, “Untie my robe.” she said, pulling off his sun glasses and setting them on the night stand.



“I beg your pardon?” He asked, unable to not watch as her body stretched out and back.



“Untie my robe, Smith.” she repeated, looking down at him.



Smith didn’t move for a moment, so Boost grabbed his hands and guided them to her robe sash.



Her eyes moved from his down to where his hands now were.



Following her example, Smith looked down as well and began to untie the sash.



As he did this, he glanced back up at her, wondering if he was doing it right. He knew how to untie things. It’s not like he was an imbecile! But, was he doing it… what was the word? Ah, yes! Sensually enough? If so, would she release him for doing it right so he might find and kill her when next she was in the Matrix?



Once done, the robe hung loose around her body, so she placed his hands on her knees and slid them slowly upwards, along her naked body under the robe.



Smith gaped in concentration at feeling her skin under his palms, passing over her hips, stomach, ribs, breasts with hardened nipples, collar bone then to her shoulders.



Ever the great learner, Smith went on from there, brushing the robe off on his own then beheld her naked form over his own.



Her coding said things like dangerous and fit, but as he looked past the code and to what any other human would see, he found her to be ‘appeasing on the eyes’!



“You look surprised?” Boost said, placing her hands on his stomach and roaming up to his shoulders, leaning down, closer to him.



His eyes darted to hers and instead of hatred or contempt; they were burning with curiosity and intrigue. “I see you as dangerous and appeasing.”



She tilted her head a little, then smiled, “Thank you.”



“You are welcome.” He responded, staring into her soft and lusting eyes.



She then leaned her face down, brushing her lips across his, their eyes locked as she pulled her lips back slightly.



His blue eyes watched her, confused, bewildered, and lusting as well. He didn’t exactly understand it, but he knew suddenly… But he wasn’t sure exactly what he knew.



After a moment, she pressed her lips to his again and he quickly pressed back. She filled his mouth with a sweet engulfing taste. He’d never cared before for such things as bitter or sweet.



She went to pull back but Smith’s hands quickly held her still. It wasn’t long until her tongue filled his mouth, which aroused a curiosity in Smith.



Running her hands along his arms, she gripped his wrists and set them on either side of his head before interlacing her fingers with his, “Tell me you want Me.” she whispered into his mouth.



His head dove for her mouth, not liking the lack of contact, “I want you.” The line between ‘having to say that and ’actually wanting her’ blurred considerably.



“Tell me you need Me.” she said again, moving her mouth to his ear.



“I need you.” he whispered, right into her ear. There was no line, anymore.



It was a thrill to hear that and it sent shivers down her spine and a tickle between her legs.



Her tongue rolled out to pull his earlobe into her mouth and Smith felt a shudder reverberate though out his core. He never knew such sensations could be so overwhelming from such odd and small actions.



She released his left hand so that she could touch his chest with her right. She loved the feeling of Agent Smith shuddering below her, naked and wanting her. Only her.



His left hand went to her shoulder to run the length of her, hesitantly running across her ass then over her hip to her belly before sliding towards her slit.



Pulling away from his ear, she pressed her mouth to his, moaning loudly into it.



“Am I doing this right?” Smith asked, unsure.



“Oh, God, yes!” she groaned, because he stopped. “You learn quickly the things I haven’t yet taught you.”



Smith smirked. Of course he did! Was there ever a question about tha- Oh grief! She was stroking him again!



Smith’s thoughts wandered away from himself to the rebel woman above him. To the feeling that built with each movement from her soft fingers.



“You like this, don’t you?” she asked softly, trying to keep herself composed. She wanted to derive even more pleasure from this little programming by making him experience it all.



“Yesss.” he hissed out, eyes shut in bliss. A low guttural growl came from his throat. His hips twitched against his control and he knew now what he needed to do. It was like an instinct he never knew he had.



Reaching up, he grabbed her, rolled over, pulled her legs over his shoulders, adjusted himself, and thrust in.



A shout of surprise came from this sultry woman before she clasped onto Smith’s shoulders and held onto the thrusting man-like program. “Slow down!” she demanded and he did for a spilt second. After that second, he went back to his inhuman pace and soon felt the pressure that built fill him before gathering at his groins and exploding out of him and into her… Not only that, but he felt and saw her own explosion that accompanied his.



“Un…” Boost groaned, a thin layer of sweat on both of their bodies, “Faster than I’d wanted, but still amazing.” she murmured.



“Good. Because I’m not done.” Smith growled. “Get on your hands and knees, woman.”



Boost looked at him, surprised before smiling, “Hm.” and she slowly rolled over and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees like requested. She didn’t recall him entering her, but she felt herself rock furiously with Smith, grunting, groaning, panting, muttering. Without much memory of the task, she did remember the both of them cumming with one another, then him demanding a new position. She knew, in the back of her mind, how Smith knew all of these positions. It was part of the programming. She’d have to thank Nano when she got out later.



Hours seemed to pass and like Boost had imagined, they’d screwed every which way all over the place. Now, they were returned to the bedroom and Boost gave one final shuddering gasp before collapsing onto Smith. She was completely spent and because of that, so was he.  



She lay on top of him, sweat causing her body to shine. Smith felt the slickness upon his programming and for the moment... could not care less. He was contented for once in his existence. Here, with this sultry woman in his arms. Running his fingers through her hair and cracking small smiles at the simple feeling.



“That was everything I could have ever hoped for, Smith.” she turned her head, chin resting on his chest and staring up at him, “Best sex I’ve ever had!”



Agent Smith smirked at the praise, “Of course it was.”



She giggled at him, “Cocky bastard.” she slowly pulled herself to be eye level with him and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, “But rightly so. You are free to leave when ever you please now.  My birthday wish came true.”



He stared up at her, “You had honestly wanted only to have sex with me for the anniversary of your being Unplugged from the Matrix?”



“Well, yeah.” she laughed. “People may find me odd, but I have seen power and I know you have it. You’re different from the other Agents and it’s a major turn on. Power and uniqueness, to me, equates to sexuality. I am a very sexual being.” she shrugged.



“I could not tell in the slightest.” Smith said, sounding serious.



Boost laughed again, “Smart ass.” she pecked him once more before rolling off of him and pushing her naked form under the covers. She watched as Smith rolled onto his left side to face her. “I thought you wanted to leave as quickly as you got here?”



He tilted his head slightly after leaning it on his hand. “I do not quite feel like leaving yet.” It pleased him, the large grin that she gave him. “What ever this program is, I feel exquisite things that I rather quite enjoy. Is this what it is like to be human?”



She offered a soft smile and reached up, cupping his cheek, “Unfortunately, no. We human’s think too much. Hurt ourselves and others…We make bad things happen. But I like to believe that the bad exists to make the good that much better.”



“I don’t quite follow.”



“Take for instance, a man rolling down a rocky mountain with nothing to protect his pliable flesh… If he survives and he rolls into bed with silk sheets and a soft fur throw on top, that silk and fur will feel softer than he had ever remembered… And that memory will stay with him, always. It makes him appreciate the little pleasures in life.” explained Boost.



“So, by going through something bad, a simple human will return and find the small pleasures better than before?” he attempted.



“Pretty much.” Boost chuckled, leaning forwards to press a light caressing kiss to Agent Smith’s frown. “Don’t think too hard on it.”



“No, it makes sense in a way. Like, the hard part was a mission and the latter part was the reward for living through it.”  



Another chuckle came from Boost, “Well aren’t you smart?”



A cocky smirk covered the Agent’s face.



“Would you mind if ever I called you back, Agent Smith?” asked the woman.



“Not in the slightest. I shall have to be more efficient though.” he said, reaching out to touch her flesh. It was like her code brightened when he touched her… Ticking by faster…



“How so?” Boost asked, scooting closer to snuggle into the Agent.



“I am still an Agent and I still have a task to perform as such.” he smirked…



“I suppose you’re right, Agent Smith.” she sighed. Neither got to rest for very long as a phone rang elsewhere in the apartment. “What the hell? I don’t recall placing a phone in the- Oh shit… What’s happened now?”



The Agent watched as she flung the blankets from her naked form and rushed out of the bedroom, leaving the door ajar as she sat on the couch. Standing, he found his clothing and slipped it on easily. By the time he readjusted his tie, she hung up and was in the room, looking for him. His back was turned to her and she walked over and ran her hands up is back.



“Some men can not pull off a suit… But you, Smith, you can.” she purred. When he turned, she pecked him before stepping around to fetch his glasses. She was completely at ease naked. Turning back around she placed the glasses back on him and kissed him once more, “I have to go. Called in for a mission. Looks like its back to being enemies, now.”



“Hm.” he nodded, “It will be interesting to see what would happen.”



Her arms opened wide, “Hey. Business is business, right?”



“Correct.” he nodded. He looked stern and serious, but his hands reached out, touching and sliding. Her eyes shut and a smirk took over her mouth.



“Mm… You simply must stop. I have to head back and pack for my leave. I promise to take the program with me… But you gotta stop. We can’t go another round right now.” she murmured, convincing no one.



“But you don’t want me to… Do you?” Smith smirked.



“Are you kidding? I never said anything about wanting.”  She grinned before latching onto his arms and dragging him to the door. “You have to leave before I get in trouble for your seductions. See you later. Can’t wait. Good bye.” she pecked him quickly before shutting the front door.



Smith shook his head a little with a smirk. He had enjoyed that greatly and looked forwards to another go… Now, where the hell was the door? Oh, there it is!



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Boost shot Nano a look as he pulled the ‘prod’ as the two called it, out of her skull. He had his mouth pressed tight, trying desperately not to laugh or smile or snort! “I’m guessing you read the last of it?”



His nod was all she needed to growl at him. It did the opposite of what she’d wanted and Nano burst out laughing. “Oh man! It was so funny! It was like some silly romance thing!”



“Oh, come on! You know I don’t fall in love, Nano. No one could handle me for much more than an hour! I have an appetite no one human can fill… Which is actually quite sad, really.” She frowned at the still laughing man, “Would you stop it already?!”



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Agent Smith looked at the bleeding body of a woman… A woman whose body he had ravaged so completely that he’d had delusions they were one entity. Her chest and stomach rose and fell in shallow breathes and he found himself suffering some form of pain. He assumed it was disappointment, but he’s felt that before…



No, not disappointment. Something deeper than that… Something human and compromising.



His body reacted on its own accord and moved closer to her to where he was blocking the sunlight from her face. It made her head roll to look at him.



“Agent Smith…” she gasped out.



“Miss Forman.” he responded. “I am surprised to see you… So soon.”



“Ah-Haha…” she winced at her laughter. “Wish it were on better terms, though. Got sloppy and distracted. Own damn fault.” she grunted. “Guess we won’t get a round two.”



He was the one who had shot her and she was responding like he hadn’t. He’d demolished her entire force before realizing who she was. Not like it should have made a difference, but to him, he felt like it did now. “Pity. I was looking forwards to it.”



She hummed instead of laughing. “Ah well. I got what I wanted and you seem better off from it. It was a good time.”



“Indeed it was.” his torso felt like it tightened for some reason… Maybe it was because he absolutely did not like seeing her like this? Or maybe because he did this to her? Would it have made that much more of a difference if one of the other Agents had done this instead of him? “You have been tutoring me in the ways of human beings, Miss Forman… Tell me, what am I feeling right now? It is not disappointment, but worse.”



She gave him a confused look, “I’m gonna need a little more than that, hun.”



“It feels like someone is squeezing my chest. As if trying to crush me. It is something I have never experienced before.” he reiterated, crouching by her when she motioned.



Her hand came up and stroked his face, “It sounds like you like me and do not wish my death.” she murmured out, losing strength in a painstakingly slow way.



“But I am an Agent-”



“Yes. I know. I am as good as dead and since that is so, neither Titles nor allegiances matter not.” she sighed, “Business is business, Smith. You had to do your job as I had to do mine. I would not want it any other way because that is what drew me to you.” her hand slid off his face and flopped to the floor, “Don’t worry, Smith… I feel the same grip on my chest, knowing I’ll never see you again.” her last words were whispers from paled lips. Patricia “Boost” Forman was dead and no one could do a thing about it.



Agent Smith slowly stood from where he was and looked down at the corpse of Patricia. That grip seemed to tighten and now he felt two things he understood better than the other Agents; Disappointment, and Anger.



He briefly wondered if he could have done something to prevent this. Probably. But did that matter anymore? Not in the slightest. He couldn’t undo what had been done. She was now dead in both the Matrix and the real world.



Thinking back to their earlier conversation a few days ago, he wondered what his reward would be after this… This… Pain? Surely there was a reason he’d gone through that whole ordeal? All he had to do was think of that reward… That silk and fur. What was the Agent equivalent to falling down a rocky mountain and the combination of Silk and Fur? Losing someone he actually liked was the mountain, he decided. Losing Patricia. But what good could come of that?



The lone Agent thought for a moment before smirking; his reward was learning how to think like a human… This would help him defeat more of them and Neo. “Mr. Anderson… You are in for a surprise.”