anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

There's no reliably quicker way to turn him into putty than rifling his fingers through his hair, and even now that proves the case. His shoulders sag as the warm water sprays over them, and he leans his head forward when prompted to get at the nape of his neck.

"Mm. Nap, first."

"You earned it." Taking his hand, taking that, letting him eat him out afterward? Sam lets him get away with murder more or less- and maybe he should worry about that. Where the lines are, if there are lines-

But after their talk at Casbah? He's going to trust that if anything seems off, Sam will say.

Scalp to nape to shoulders to spine, following the knots and tense muscles as they appear, rubbing them out with clever fingers and the odd press of his elbow when they're particularly stubborn.

At some point he turns, resting his arms folded against the shower wall, to let him work. This and a lot of water before they turn in will certainly help the soreness, come morning, but he doubts they'll be getting up to much in the day to follow.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore as fuck." But it'd been worth it. The chafing, the ache in his knees, the desert dry thirst still cutting through the back of his throat. He'll take care of himself later. Right now he's taking care of these knots and tense spots along Sam's shoulders and spine, working his way gently to his hips and ass. So damn red and raw, this skin, and he gives half a thought to some kind of lotion before satisfying himself with a feather light brushing of his hands over the skin, cleaning him off delicately.

"Exhausted. I'll probably pass out first."

"You did well."

Locus turns his head to look back at him, to watch him. Always so careful with him, and even when he pushed? It was always with his permission, always with complete and utter trust. And the way he'd taken him, just completely owned him and broken him apart...

No one else had done that. No one else could do that, and leave him this satisfied and relaxed after. Felix had pushed, sure, but he'd always felt something bitter in the wake of their more...extensive sessions.

"Good to hear." Taylor huffs a soft laugh, well pleased. Knowing that he didn't push too hard, that he didn't fuck up in the heat of the moment? Settles him. Not that he thinks Sam world let him without using his word, but- fears tend to be irrational.

He as to drop down with a wince to work on Sam's legs, frowning a little. "How are your thighs? Any cramps?"

"It's a little tight. I'm thinking a day off my feet tomorrow," he replies with a hum, before turning more fully. "I think it'll be fine. You don't have to..."

He's got to be feeling it, every bit as much as Locus is, at the moment. Being the one on top was every bit as physically demanding, this he knew.

"I want to." He peers back up with a smirk, squeezing Sam's hips. "I'll take a hot soak in the morning."

Of course he's feeling it, but taking care of Sam is priority one. He'll worry about himself tomorrow. Even if he winces when he stands. "Come on. The beds calling."

It's hard to argue when he's so very tired. After a moment he nods, reaching up to wring out his hair as the water shuts itself off. Best to leave it to air dry. It'll be fine, come morning.

And if it needs a little brushing, Taylor likes the opportunity to fuss with his long hair. Half the reason he likes it this length, he imagines.

Towels, bed. Dry, sleep. His mind settles into the simple creature requirements for a restful sort of passing out as he towels himself off, helps Sam do the same, and starts shuffling to the bedroom. He guides Sam with the odd nudge before crawling back in bed, flopping over on his side. There's plenty of room for him to curl up in front or behind, whichever he finds more appealing.

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The old habits stick hard. He settles in at his back, though turning to wrap his arms around York rather than settle back to back in the old, familiar ways he and Felix had always managed. This way was better, if one of them was awakened during the night by bad dreams, bad memories.

And it kept York considerably warmer.

A kiss presses to the nape of his neck, a quiet reassurance that everything was fine. Sleep was all they need concern themselves with now.

As predicted after a moment's slight squirming to press back against Sam's chest and adjust his pillow- Taylor drops off like a light, utterly exhausted. In the quiet of his mind there's a half formed question followed by muzzy agreement before Delta flickers into view at eye level for Locus.

Less effort for him while they have this conversation.

"If I could have a moment?" For the first time since meeting Locus Delta seems...hesitant. Uncertain. His holographic projection is slightly slumped at the shoulders, the pads of his fingers drumming oh so slightly against a thigh plate. A nervous fidget he'd picked up from York.

Locus's eyes flicker open, regarding the little green hologram with a furrowed brow. When Delta speaks to him directly, something's usually up. It's reason enough for some preemptive concern.

"What is it?" In the same tone one might say 'of course'.

"Hypothetically-" And that in and of itself is different from the norm. Delta operates in statistics. What is most likely to happen, what ought to happen, the most logical course of action that will be beneficial to Taylor and, in turn, Locus. 'What if's' are York's territory, not his. "If I were to..."

He notices the fidgeting and forces himself still. "To engage with you as York does while present in the neural lace as Felix did-"

Ah. So he'd seen what came of it. Obviously it would be a matter of some intellectual interest, the idea of being able to feel as they did, to tap into the sensations at play, things Delta would never otherwise experience.

"Feeling a little curious?" Locus's expression softens, his head tipping slightly.

"I have reviewed his memories of your time together and observed you often enough to know what I would and would not find enjoyable-" There's a tinny rasp, Delta's digital version of clearing his throat. "And I may have taken the liberty of discussing the possibility of deeper neural net integration with York in this way previously. He insists I sit in on a 'solo session' before broaching the subject with you, but that will not suffice."

"Why not?"

York obviously understands the AI situation better than he does, so it's strange to him that Delta would try to avoid his suggestion. It's not as though a 'solo session' wouldn't provide him the stimulation necessary to understand the experience, at least in part.

"The sensations alone are not what interest me." Explaining this is- difficult. He is ill equipped to do so even after so much time comfortably settled in York's mind, surrounded by his habits, his emotions, his impulses. As much as any and all of that has taught him more of the human condition than his own broken echos of the Director's mind and memories ever could-

It is still an inherently awkward request. An odd desire. "The...sentiment. The connection you share with York- that is what I cannot experience if it is simply me and him working alone, even if he thinks of you to the exclusion of all else while he handles himself."

Well. That's information to have. Locus's eyebrows lift at that revelation, and while it's not surprising, now is not the time to let his mind wander to all the ways York might 'handle' himself while thinking of Locus...

Delta's request is priority, at the moment.

"...you want to know what it feels like to make love." That is what he's understanding, here. It isn't the base, carnal pleasure, the act of fucking, but the emotion behind it.

"I have never understood that phrase. One experiences love or one does not. Making it, the act of creation- unless connected to procreation which is not at all a concern with two men, is odd. Express love would be more appropriate but that is done in more socially appropriate means-" It seems that like the fidgeting, Delta likewise picked up York's tenancy to ramble when nervous. As he did earlier he catches himself.

Quietly, then. "I want-"

And is that not a dangerous thing, for an AI to want? To have independent desires? Yet here they are. "I want to experience what he feels when he looks at you while you are...integrated."

'Making love' makes no sense, 'having sex' falls shy, 'fucking' is base and as far from what he wants as possible. Integrated is clinical but- appropriate.

Intergrated. That's a word for it. But he thinks he understands what Delta is after here. It's the emotion, the physical ramifications of it. The tightness in his chest, the warm burn that has little to do with temperature.

"And his memories don't give you a good enough grasp of what that feels like, do they?" he responds after a moment, remembering that AI could rifle through their memories and feel things. Anger, cold, heat, the taste of a cigarette.

"An unfortunate side effect to the degradation of York's neural lace. I am able to witness his memories with clarity- but sensations are muffled, dull." A beat. "...I am fond of you as well. Aside from continuing to ensure you survive in the field and assisting you with Felix I do not know how best to. Express this."

There is no protocol for affection with AI in general, let alone fragments. Trying things the human way seems the most efficient.

"So you want to try this with me, specifically."

That alters things ever so slightly. If it's simply a matter of an AI search for a way to experience The Thing, Locus could chalk that up to a learning experience and nothing else. To know that Delta actually wants to be...affectionate towards him?

Alright. That's a little endearing, in its own way. And does a good deal to warm him to the idea, if that smile is anything to go by.

"And here I thought I wasn't your type."

"I would not trust anyone else with this particular experience." None of York's previous partners, were they present, would satisfy either of their needs or desires. After a moment, he nods.

It is about Locus, specifically. About the care and consideration he has shown, his loyalty, his vengeance. "Nor would I be so curious."

The callback to his first attempt at humor with Locus eases something in the back of Delta's mind, certainty returning to his stance. "I have always found you compelling. This is a logical extension of that aesthetic appreciation."

Is it really, though? Locus smiles a little wider, but doesn't argue that fact. Instead he simply nods, adjusting the grip of his arms around Taylor.

"If he doesn't mind, then...I think that would be fine, Delta. I'd like that."

He's fond of the little AI in his own way, after all this time. And to think they'd initially been so wary of one another.

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