Risking A Secret

By A. Fleury

 

Okies... the characters containted here are not mine. Snively and Robotnik and the setting and whatnot are (c) to Sega/Archie and Dic. Packbell, the delightful android, is (c) to David Pistone. Got it? Good!

 

*caution* this story contains graphic male/male SEX!!! Yes, YAOI, GAY SEX, anal whatever the hell you wanna call it. So proceed with either disgust or a drooling mouth but don't say I didn't warn you...*caution*

 

Also, this occurs as if Packers and Sniv have been doing this sort of thing for a while now... *giggles* Ahem. Anyway. On with the smut! :D

 

 

--- Risking A Secret --

 

"But...but..." The lackey's odd voice came out in a low whisper, his eyes blinking rapidly. Worried. "Julian's right in the next room." He stifled a groan as large hands moved down his slender sides, caressing.

 

"Ssssh..."

 

Snively gulped a little, raising his gaze to the face of his companion. The android was so much bigger than him; this was the equivalent of a man with a boy child. And just as sick too, he supposed. But still, he couldn't stop the hard shudders that went though him when the droid's hands teasingly brushed over his crotch. He stifled another moan.

 

This was forbidden. Not just the act they would commit, but the fact that his uncle, his horrible uncle, was right in the next room. And should he heft his bulk from the chair and investigate, he would catch his nephew and his atrocious android 'son' connected in a way that would make Julian most likely kill them both.

 

"Oh God..." He buried his face into the droid's chest, whimpering. One of those strong hands had unbuttoned, and then slipped into his pants, grasping bare flesh. His tiny hands dug like claws into the large droid's black shirt. The color ole Packers always wore. But it went well with his pale skin, and soft ebony tresses.

 

The tiny man raised his gaze again. The droid smirked down, his hand fondling. For a moment, Snively caught the lustful glimmer in those ruby eyes, and then the droid's mouth was latched onto his neck, nibbling and licking.

 

Now Packbell's hands rose up, fumbling with the buttons of Snively's uniform, and now the shirt was slipped away, exposing fair skin with it's tragic tracings of scars, both new and old. One finger traced a few of these lines, making Snively whimper more.

 

"...No...Packers...we can't do this here..." He hissed out finally, even though his body trembled, yearning, and certainly there was a strain inside his little gray pants. He couldn't deny he wanted the droid's attentions, his violent lust. But his fear of discovery was winning the battle here. His tiny hands pushed at the droid's broad chest, trying to shove him away.

 

Which of course, was futile. Even if he hadn't been bigger than the human, ole Packers still had inhuman strength and speed.

 

"Sssshh..." hissed the droid again in that razor-edged voice. His teeth nipped hard at Snively's neck, just shy of drawing blood, and the tiny one had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out.

 

"Please...Packers...I don't want to..." He made whimpering begs against the droid's powerful black-clad chest. "Please...I'm scared..." His cheeks flushed from admitting that; but then again, Packbell liked it when he was submissive. Maybe he'd listen.

 

"Oh Snivvy..." a breathy giggle brushed against his neck, making him shiver. One of the droid's hands returned to his crotch, squeezing there lightly. The human gasped, his teeth clenching again to bite back moans. "You can't tell me you don't want it..."

 

"Noooo...not here...he'll catch us..." he whispered, his eyes welling up with tears. He was caught between this need rising in his body, and the fear of Uncle walking in at any moment.

 

"He won't...if you shut up..." The droid let out another giggle, licking a line up from that slender neck to Snively's cheek. Then his mouth sought out the human's soft lips, pressing hard there, a tongue intruding rudely. The human shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed.

 

How could this happen? But something in the touch of this sick creature's lips, the way his hands stroked, the way his mouth tasted, the way he just...kissed. The tiny human couldn't deny, he loved it, it was bliss to get lost within the dancing tongues and exploration of each other's mouths, all the tastes and textures there.

 

A moan slipped from his mouth to the droid's, for now the droid was getting even bolder, slowly unzipping the lackey's pants, quiet. Then the pants were shimmied down over the human's hips, where they slipped down to slump about his knees. Snively broke away from the kiss and tried to pull them up.

 

But the droid was insistent on getting his way, and suddenly Snively found his wrists pinned up by the droid's hands, and his back hard agasint the wall. There was an echoing -clang- that made his eyes widen.

 

"Snively?" His uncle's voice rasped out in question. "What was that noise?"

 

"N-N-Nothing, Sir!" He yelped out, his gaze flickering to Packbell's face. The droid was looking back towards the door, but didn't seem concerned.

 

"Fine..." Robotnik sounded displeased, which was the usual. "Just get to work in there!"

 

"Of course, s-s-sir!"

 

There was not another sound from his uncle, though Snively assumed he was probably grumbling out there. Ah well. As long as he didn't come in here.

 

The droid turned back, smiling widely. "See, Snivvy? He's not gonna come in here." He kept his voice low, but Snively could still hear the mocking edge in it. He scowled; the big fucker was so irritating. Like an overgrown child. Only much more deadly. And hornier.

 

Like a child, the droid's ruby eyes were lit up with eagerness, his smile sweet and delighted. Snively shook his head. It always amazed him how much the droid seemed to lust after him. He gasped again, watching the larger one slip down onto his knees. Now they were face to face.

 

"You're such an asshole, Pack..." he hissed, but was silenced by a fierce kiss. For a moment, they stayed like that, but it was the droid who broke away this time. With a mischievous smile, the droid had Snively picked up and carried over to the computer console.

 

He was set upon it, where he sat, looking at Packbell worriedly. The droid knelt down again, in front of him, and now Snively was the taller one, looking down into the smirking pale face. It was a strange perspective, since he was usually craning his neck upwards to see the big droid's face. He rather liked it, and was sorely tempted to throw a kick into that smirk, but resisted.

 

The droid leaned forward a bit, one hand slipping into the human's white briefs, and pulling free the hardness that dwelled there. Snively gasped loudly, then raised a hand to cover his mouth as the droid's finger stroked over that delicate flesh. His head lolled back against the wall, panting breaths drawn in around his hand. Teeth latched down hard onto his fingers as suddenly, the droid's tongue flickered out, like a curious dog tasting a new treat.

 

And this dog must've liked his treat, for the whole yummy morsel was just as suddenly clamped upon by the entire hot mouth. The tiny human bit down, drawing blood to ooze down his fingers, his tiny body jerking hard. His other hand rose up, pressing hard against his mouth, trying to quiet the moans that were rising. His eyes slipped shut, tiny hips bucking a bit. Oh God! How lovely this was! The droid's loud mouth might be irritating, but Snively didn't mind when it was being put to a use like this.

 

His tiny hands stretched out, clawing into and grasping the droid's soft locks, squeezing the raven strands hard between those pale fingers. His teeth clenched, blocking off most noise, only soft grunts and pants escaped.

 

A sudden nip made him look down. The droid was gazing up with his ruby eyes half narrowed, glimmering with the overhead lights. A soft smirk touched one corner of his mouth, and the tiny human gulped hard. Then those ebony eyelashes lowered, and the droid went even more vigorously into his task, that mouth clenched down and sucking hard, tongue swirling over the throbbing prize he held.

 

"Ohhh God..." Snively's azure eyes went wide, gleaming with their own strange light, but not just from those that shone overhead. This was an inner glow. His hips bucked again, his hands gripping even harder around the black tresses. Up to the ceiling his gaze went, watching the lights blur into each other, tinged with rainbow colors. Whimpers came from behind his clenched teeth; he had to raise his hand back to his mouth, for they were increasing in volume. He couldn't help it. Not when it was so close...

 

He should've expected it. Because Packbell liked to torment. But still, when the android pulled back, leaving him teetering on the brink, but not able to fall, the tiny one nearly screeched out. His eyes went wider still, painfully wide, and his gaze snapped to the droid. The hand in Packbell's hair pulled harder, almost trying to yank his face back to that aching part of him. God, he needed release. So bad. So bad.

 

The droid rose up, now his face was nearly level with the human's. He licked his lips, eyes sparkling with something lewd. Snively's breath came in gulping pants, and his eyes flickered about, wild.

 

"What's the matter, Snivvy?" The droid's voice hissed out, a wicked smile splayed across his face. "Thought you didn't want it..."

 

The human whimpered, his tiny body falling forward to clutch agasint the droid, burying his face into that strong shoulder. He should've known the droid would've done that just to rile him up. And in the back of his mind, he had known. The fear was fleeing now, the lust creeping in, controlling. If they were quiet...Julian wouldn't know...

 

"Uhhh...Packers..." He groaned softly, then his mouth found the droid's neck and nibbled there for a second. "I need..."

 

"I know..." The droid stepped back. One hand shot out to hold Snively up before the tiny human could topple off the console. With a squirm of his tiny rear, the human was more firmly seated upon the smooth metal. His eyes, vividly blue, gazed at the droid.

 

Humming almost inaudibly, the droid's fingers hovered at the button of his tight pants, unclasping it. Snively shivered to see the strain there, his lip bitten in the anticipation of what would soon meet his sight.

 

The droid looked at him from underneath the black tresses that seemed to constantly fall in his face. He smiled, unzipping the silver line down his pants. A small sigh came to him, that relieved some of the strain there. But the little human made him wild, beyond aroused. Maybe he should start wearing looser pants.

 

Another strong shiver from the human, and he slid off the console. He didn't have to kneel even; the droid was that tall. His tiny hands slid up those sleek black pants, fondling at the crotch for a moment. Then one hand, intent on its target, slid into those unfastened pants and the undergarment of cotton, to grasp that length, hard and hot in his fist. He heard the droid draw in a sharp breath.

 

Slowly, he pulled it free of the clothing. Another wave of shivering hit him at seeing it. Rigid, strong. Pulsing. Truly an object of power. The droid watched his every move, breath quiet and raspy. For once, he wasn't blabbing his big mouth.

 

With a quiet chuckle, Snively threw a teasing wink to the droid, then his tongue was touched to the tip of that throbbing thing, licking, nipping, swirling about the head. Another sharp gasp came from the droid.

 

The human teased a more, drawing a bit more free from the pants. Slowly, because he liked to torment occasionally too, he slid the hardness into his mouth, working his mouth into the sucking action the droid so adored. And he always spiced things up with a hard nip every now and then, and a slow caressing of his tongue along the flesh.

 

Now it was the droid clenching his teeth to keep from making too much noise, now it was his hips bucking, his hands clenched upon the human's head. He almost couldn't stand it; so much pleasure.

 

The human drew the droid in a little deeper, but he never could fit the whole thing. Not that he really tried, even now he had to fight back his gag reflex. He could hear the faint moans coming from behind the droid's clenched teeth, feel him trembling. It was probably a good idea to stop now. So he drew away, slow. Letting his tongue trail, until it finally slid off the head, trailing a line of spit and precum.

 

"Snivvvvvvy..." the droid hissed, his own eyes holding the same crazed glint Sniv's had earlier. His hands gripped hard at the human's bony shoulders, nails digging in. The little lackey flinched a bit, then smiled, and hissed right back.

 

"Packerssssss."

 

The droid suddenly grabbed him, and Snively found himself pinned upon agasint the wall. It was so hard behind his back, and the droid's body was so firm agasint his chest, and he could feel the evidence of the droid's lust poking into him. He groaned softly, azure gaze lifting to that pale face with its midnight hair and evil smirk. Blood colored eyes gleamed with psychotic lust.

 

"Whaddya want, Snivvy?" The droid's voice sounded much more menacing when he was whispering like this. "Tell me whatcha want, you dirty little slut..."

 

"Ooooh..." The human cooed, locking his arms around the droid's neck, trying to hoist himself up. Packbell's hand soon found his rear, grasping there and lifting, and now the human curled his legs about the droid's hips, leaning back agasint the wall. His little rear was pressed firmly agasint the droid's crotch now, and he could feel the throbbing there. He moaned softly. "You know what I want..." His cheeks flushed.

 

"Tell me..." insisted the droid. His hands were busy sliding Sniv's underwear down his thighs. And then he moved to his own pants, freeing himself from the fabric a bit more. Now they were bare flesh to bare flesh, and both of them shivered hard.

 

A light sweat was starting to sheen on the human's brow. His tiny body ached so bad, begging for release, and feeling the droid right there, poised right up against his rear, oh it was too much. He let it tumble out, the words the droid loved to hear. Sometimes the words were mandatory, even. And he was not about to hang about here sweating it out, trying to gain control over the android. If he wanted to hear it, he would hear it today, and hear it right now.

 

"I want you to fuck me, Packers..." he whimpered out. "Please fuck me pleasseeee..." He made sure to beg hardcore, because the droid so loved having control. He rubbed his tiny body up against the droid's, then tilted his head to kiss at his collarbones and chin. "Pleaaazzzzze."

 

The droid grinned, pushing himself more insistently agasint the human's rear, demanding entrance into that realm of tight clutching heat. He loved it so much...the pleasure it gave him. His hands clenched at the human's hips, holding him tight. They were wedged against the wall; there was no way Snively could fall. But still, he enjoyed putting his hands there, feeling the delicate bones grind underneath his cruel fingers.

 

Neither was worried about Julian anymore. The fat man hadn't said anything. Perhaps he was looking in at the moment, mouth agape at the sight of his two commanders, their pants about their knees, about to engage in an act the tyrant certainly did not condone. Neither cared. This was just too good; the anticipation. Both drew in shuddering breaths, eyes locked.

 

He was nearly in now, and the droid's eyes widened, then shut. His teeth clenched, his mouth still twisted into a smirking smile; his eyebrows knit downward. The human's blues went even wider, his little mouth opening up, starting to pant, his fingernails digging down into the droid's back.

 

The droid pushed forward again. Now he'd cleared the entrance, and now he was driving further down, deep. The human's eyes went wider still. Along the rims, fringed with thick tan lashes, tears began to well. He bit his lip hard, nearly drawing blood, whimpering like a child. It hurt. It hurt. The droid was so deep inside, and just so...big.

 

It seemed he couldn't handle it. But it was like this everytime. And the pain soon went away, morphing into something far more pleasant. Something so good it usually made him cry and beg for more.

 

The droid had his head tilted back, breathing heavily. Then his gaze snapped back to the human, his eyes locked on one glittering tear as it slid down the lackey's cheek. He leaned, his tongue following the salty trail until it caught up with that tear and devoured it.

 

Snively stared at him, eyes wide, still whimpering a little. He squirmed; it always took a minute to get used to this thing inside him.

 

A sick smile twisted the droid's lips then, perfectly white teeth caught the light and glinted. For a moment, he just stayed still like that, making Snively gulp and squirm again, wondering what exactly the big lug was thinking.

 

But wondering was cut off by a hard, sudden thrust from the droid. His head jerked back and from his mouth came a loud cry, tears springing from his eyes to flow freely down his face. He hadn't expected that. Then he froze, as he heard a loud growl rumble from the command room.

 

"SNIVELY?! What was that?!"

 

"Oh..." He whimpered, digging his fingernails deeper into the droid's back, feeling warmth well up there and drip. Packbell winced, twisting around to see the door.  The human's terrified eyes locked to the droid's face, seeing his eyebrows tilt up worriedly.

 

"N-n-nothing, Sir! I uh...I... got a cramp in my hand all the sudden and it uh...hurt...I'm sorry..." It was lame, but the fastest thing he could think of. He shivered hard, his tiny hands pushing at the droid's chest. They had to disconnect. If Julian was coming to the door, they'd be caught...

 

"It'd better be!" Robotnik sounded annoyed. "NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!"

 

"Yes, sir!"

 

He was not coming. The droid blew out a soft breath, turning back to the wall and pressing the lackey up against it once more.

 

Snively narrowed his eyes into a fierce glare, raking his nails hard across the droid's back.

 

Ruby eyes narrowed back at him, and the droid's voice came out hissing. "Geeeez, Snivvy, why don't you scream a little louder next time?"

 

The lackey racked those nails deeper, feeling the droid's skin twinge beneath them. He leaned his face forward, laying a hard nip to the droid's neck. Crimson bloomed there to trickle down the pale skin. He knew the droid disliked being bitten; having his precious synthetic blood spilt.

 

"Fuck you...just..." He shuddered, even with the scare from Robotnik, he still was panting, still was aching, still was hard, still wanted it. Needed it. He had to stifle those cries he knew would be coming.

 

Packbell still had that black shirt on, so Snively nestled his mouth into the droid's shoulder, latching his teeth onto the fabric hard.

 

"Are you ready?" The droid giggled softly, his breath hot on the top of the human's bald head.

 

A little nod of Snively's head. He shuddered again, almost giddy in anticipation. The cloth around his lips became wet with spit, grinding against his teeth as he dug in further. The droid was still. Another tear freed itself from a brilliant blue eye, and a soft whimper was muffled against the black shirt.

 

Then it began. Finally. The droid treated him with slow thrusts, driving in deep, all the way to the hilt. Teeth bit and pierced though the cloth, and the human's eyes went wide. Oh God, it hurt, like knife stabs inside him, driving sparkling pain all the way up the length of his spine. But the pain was already lessening, and the wildness began to thrash in his stomach, making him eager for more. His legs tightened around the droid's hips, his fingers dug in deeper into his back, abusing the skin there, making it bleed even more.

 

Noises from the droid were blocked off by his tightly clenched teeth. His eyes squeezed shut, and shivering racked his tall form, and he felt it echoed by the smaller body he dwelled inside. It felt so good to be there.

 

The human's head tilted back, pulling the cloth taut between his teeth. Hard breaths filtered through the black fabric. He moaned. Every deep thrust seem to touch some secret place buried far inside him, making him squirm, making him move himself back to meet those thrusts, pulling with his legs. Another moan, his eyes squeezing shut tight. The pleasure was kicking in now, mingling with the pain to create a sensation nothing else could ever reproduce. A sensation he wanted to hold onto forever; it made him greedy, he needed more, so much more. Wanted to drown in it. Eyes snapped open, locking with the crimson ones of the droid.

 

Packbell smiled at seeing Sniv look at him, then leaned his head forward to nibble at the human's neck. The tiny man jerked underneath him, then released the cloth from his mouth, only to connect it to Packer's face, licking and nipping at his jawline, planting kisses onto his cheek. The droid nipped once more, and then their lips were touched, deep, tongues dancing the ancient dance of lust.

 

The pace stayed the same, and the human squirmed again, raking his nails. He pulled his mouth away to give the droid a pleading glance and whimper.

 

"Whatsa matter?" The droid cooed in a low voice, his familiar smirk touching the corner of his mouth. Those ruby eyes gleamed wicked light. "You wanna stop? Cuz I know Fatty might hear." He broke his gaze away to look over at the door.

 

"Nooooo..." the human rasped out, frowning a little. "Please... you know...what I..." He drew in a deep breath, shuddering as one of those thrusts sent sparks of pleasure through him. His eyes fluttered for a  moment; there was no way he could fight this. He needed it more badly than anything... food, water...breathing...these were all secondary to what he truly needed right now.

 

"Awwww...I don't think I know..." the droid pouted like an overgrown child. One hand released a bony hip to smooth ebony tresses away from his face. "I can't read..." he stifled a moan as the human suddenly tightened hard around him. His eyes squeezed shut and he nearly lost it there.

 

A faint laughing growl came from the lackey. Oh, he knew how much Packers enjoyed it when he clenched down like that. "...C'mon Packers..."

 

"...can't read minds..." the droid huffed out, eyes gone from looking wicked to looking crazed; such insane lust. "Snivvy...." He gave a hard thrust upwards, and the human writhed around him, whimpering.

 

"Yes...yes...yes..." Snively had to give praise for that thrust, but it wasn't enough, he needed so much more. He whimpered, there was no way he could win, couldn't hold out much longer. So again, he said those needed words, gave the droid's ears what they craved to hear... "...harder....harder...pleasssse..."

 

"Geeee, Snivvy, why didn't you say so?" the droid giggled, running a finger down Sniv's cheek and over that full lower lip.

 

"Oh...fuck you..." Another frown from the lackey, and he bit upon that finger. The droid giggled again. Sniv let the finger slip from his mouth, tilting his head back against the wall, his legs tightening about those hips.

 

His eyes snapped wide open as the droid suddenly obeyed his command; with thrusts so violent they took his breath away. He arched his back hard agasint the cold wall behind him, eyes staring up at the ceiling lights in disbelief. The pleasure. How could there be such pleasure like this? And there was pain too; hard stabs of it, like this was a knife inside him and not a.... he moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. "Oh God...Packers....uhhhh...h-h-har-d...er..."

 

"Of course sir...." The droid always made a mockery of his title; true the droid was a lower rank then him, but always seemed to dominate, especially in matters such as this.

 

But the one who dominated over both of them was yelling out again. "SNIVLEEEEEEEEEE!!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH NOISE?!" He sounded almost livid.

 

The tiny human tried to gain his voice, for the droid was not stopping, and it was so hard to talk like this. "Uhhhhh...sir....I'm...imma....soh...sorry!" He bit back another loud moan, his eyes locked on the droid's face. "Stopppp..." he hissed low, then went back to speaking to his uncle. "I...hava...hava headache...sir...!"

 

"I DON'T CARE! QUIT WHINING ABOUT IT AND GET TO WORK!!!"

 

The droid snickered under his breath, his hips still thrusting hard. He licked the human's neck. "Oooh...Snivvy...don't worry...he'll never get upppp..."

 

Snively stifled a moan, digging his teeth into the droid's shoulder. He'd always been quite noisy when in the depths of pleasure. Couldn't help it, couldn't hold it back. "Packers...you asshoo..." his insult trailed off, turning into a command. "Just go...h-h-harder...."

 

Another snicker from the droid, but he obeyed. Grinding the tiny human hard against the wall, bruising him. His fingers dug into the tiny one's hips, almost drawing blood there. The tiny one whimpered behind clenched teeth, his back arching firmly against the wall, his small hands pushing down hard on the droid's shoulders, driving himself downwards to meet the assault.

 

And what a sweet assault it was, making such an insane and wild feeling build up inside him. It filled him; pressure nearly unbearable, and yet, at the same time, adored, wanted. It was like dancing the brink of sanity; it was like taking the drug, knowing it could kill, but just wanting the high. His eyes squeezed shut tight. Flashes of light danced in his closed vision. His nails were breaking skin on those strong shoulders they clutched.

 

But the droid made no noise of complaint; only small grunts of pleasure. He was not as loud. Not when it came to this. He made up for it with his constant blabbing. Surprisingly, he wasn't shooting off his usual barrage of lewd comments. Maybe because Robotnik was so close. 

 

In, out, in and out, hard, deep...ah the rhythm. Snively was lost in it, loving it, crying out for more in hushed and trembling tones.

 

He so loved it like this, up against the wall, trapped there. Being able to push back to meet the droid. For a moment, Sniv straightened his head to gaze at the droid's face.

 

He was beautiful. Black, white, and red. Hair glistening, skin perfect, eyes narrowed, yet full of light, dazzling. So beautiful, yet so cruel, but still, with a bit of an aching sigh, Sniv knew his feelings for this faux man ran deeper than lust.

 

The droid's lips quirked in a smile, and he leaned forward, touching his lips to the smaller one's, and they stayed like that for a few moments, sharing tongues and small noises of pleasure. They both knew this pleasure was borne from the both of them, no one was more important than the other.

 

It was a strange connection, for only in these moments were the two men equal.

 

"Snivvy..." the droid's breath was hot and wet on his neck. "Sweet pretty li'l Snivvy..." Every word was a drawn out hiss. The droid's mouth moved to Snively's ear, his tongue crept out, wetting the inside.

 

The little human arched back again. He didn't care if Uncle walked in now. He wouldn't stop, not now, even if Julian was screaming, ranting. It was too good. He moaned softly, clamping his legs tighter around the droid's driving hips. In out in out, the rhythm was intense, making him light-headed, almost dizzy. He turned his gaze upwards towards the ceiling, and indeed, the lights up there were spinning in wild circles.

 

"Pretty Snivvy...come on..." the droid's voice rasped right into his ear, his tongue licking there, before finally trailing down Sniv's cheek and nipping at his chin.

 

"Ohhhh..." Snively whimpered, his eyes welling up again with tears. Those words of Packbell's meant much to him. They were small, simple, but they meant he was wanted and he was appreciated, even if it was just for a moment, and for something as trivial as sex.

 

"Pacckk....I love..." One hand remained clamped own on the droid's shoulder, while the other rose, shaking slightly, to stroke the smooth flawless skin of the larger man's cheek. "...it...I love it...more..."

 

The droid shook his head, smiling softly. "My my, Snivvy...you just can't get enough...huh?"

 

"Just do it...c'mon...please..." Half-growling, half-begging, the tiny one stroked his fingers down that cheek again, cradling the droid's chin in his hand. One finger rose up to caress the smiling lips.

 

"Ahhh...I dunno..." The droid was trying to torment, and even now, Snively could feel his thrusts were slowing. He stifled a moan. The droid could be a bastard, *was* a bastard, and knowing him, he'd stop completely until Snively's begs were deemed adequate for him to continue.

 

"Noooo..." He pleaded, leaning forward to kiss the droid's lips, hungry, passioned. There was no response, just that smirk from Packbell. Next, the human ran a hand through the soft, smooth ebony locks; how much they felt like silk, or feathers. Then finally, because the droid was still teasing, steadily slowing, Sniv tried his favorite trick, the one that drove the android wild.

 

Around that driving length inside him, the human clamped down hard, his little teeth gritted a bit, as if he wished to crush it inside him. The droid gasped loudly, his eyes going wide. The smile slipped off his face, replaced by a round 'o' of a mouth. "Ooohhooo...Snivvy..." He groaned, and the human felt him shaking.

 

He relaxed his body. His pointy nose wrinkled a bit in a snarling smile. "Now quit bullshitting Packers...we both know we both want it...."

 

"Snivvy you bad..."

 

But Snivvy interrupted the droid, cutting off his comment with another vicious tightening. He didn't want any more talking, he wanted action, and he only hoped he didn't drive Packers over the edge before then.

 

"Ahhh...Snivvy...." The droid's eyes glinted, crazed. "I'm gonna..." He drew them back from the wall and *slam* back they went, pinning Sniv there as the thrusts began again harder, violent now. "...gonna make you cum so hard...."

 

It hurt and Snively's eyes went wide, small whimpers came from his throat. But above the pain rose the pleasure, overshadowing everything and anything, and all that mattered was he reach the place it would take him.

 

Then suddenly, drawing a gasp from his throat came the scream. "SNIVELY!!! IF YOU DON'T QUIT MAKING ALL THAT NOISE I AM GOING TO COME IN THERE AND PERSONALLY SHUT YOU UP!!!"

 

He couldn't answer. All he could focus on was this agonized delight, on the blood he could smell. Was it from where his nails dug hard into the droid's shoulder? Or was it that wetness he felt on the insides of his thighs?

 

"SNIVELY! DID YOU HEAR ME?!"

 

The tiny man gasped again, for out there, he'd heard the thump of Julian's' feet upon the floor. Was he coming? His wild gaze traveled to the door, his tiny heart pounding in his chest. No, Robotnik was coming, they had to stop, but he couldn't stop.

 

"YES SIR!" He managed to yelp out, a screaming edge to his voice, even as his tiny hands shoved at the droid's chest, trying to get away.

 

For long moments they were still, both breathing harshly, eyes wide, flickering to the door.

 

"Packbell...put me down...he's coming..."

 

"Sssh..." the droid commanded, but his hands did tighten and start to lift the small one off. He paused halfway. Silence was the only sound form the neighboring room.

 

Then finally a low growl came. "Get back to work, Snively, and I don't want to hear another sound, or I WILL come in there. You do not want that."

 

"Y-y-y-es sir," called Snively meekly. He sighed a bit; this was high tension indeed. He knew they should stop, it was too risky. His little body sprawled limp against the wall behind him. Inside, the droid throbbed, and it seemed his own blood pulsed in time, like they were of one body.

 

A mixture that was unnatural perhaps, even unholy, this connection of human and inhuman, organic and cybernetic.

 

The droid giggled softly.

 

Snively scowled, giving that black hair a light tug. "No more clanging and banging, Packers..."

 

Another giggle. "Well then...no more crying Snivvy-poo." A finger raised to swipe at the glistening trail down Snively's cheek, something almost tender in that gesture. Then he slipped that finger between Sniv's lips, resting it there, and Sniv could taste the salt from his eyes, and was that blood? The droid's fingers had been digging into his hips harder than he realized.

 

"Mmmmm..." he sucked upon the droid's finger, mouth spread in a lewd smile. One azure eye winked, then he whispered, "Don't make me...us...wait any longer...come on, Packers..." He licked his tongue along that finger, purring.

 

The droid giggled again, eyes sparkling. "We really should stop."

 

"Packersssss..." Snively growled, frowning heavily. He squirmed, he almost couldn't stand it. He needed those hard thrusts again, he need the pleasure, and even the pain. "Come on, pleazzzze."

 

The droid relaxed his tight grip on Snively's hips, allowing the lackey's own weight to slide him further down upon the droid's throbbing length. He moaned; there was nothing like this, being so deep inside this little human, feeling their bodies pulse together.

 

"Ahhh...yessss..." Sniv's head tilted back. He panted harder. "Please...I...I need it...come on...come...make me..."

 

"Make you?" the droid whispered.

 

"Yes...."

 

"Make you what?" He gave a light thrust of his hips.

 

Snively moaned. "Ohhhh...yessss...."

 

"Make you 'yes'?" The droid let out another giggle. "That don't make sense, Snivvy-poo."

 

The lackey's eyes narrowed and he clamped tiny hands around the droid's neck. "You're pushing it, Packers..." His voice lowered to hissing. "Now fuck me...now...or..." He mock-choked the droid. It only made him giggle more.

 

"You wanna be fucked?" Another thrust, harder.

 

"Ohhh..." the lackey moaned, eyes rolling a bit. "Yes...yessss!"

 

"You wanna cummm?" the droid released one bony hip and Snively gasped to where he placed that hand next. Right on the lackey's crotch, grasping the hardness there and stroking.

 

The human couldn't' speak, just whimper, and squirm upon the droid. He breathed hard, finally finding his voice. "Yes...only you can make me...Packersss...I need it...please...oh God..." It didn't hurt to kiss up to the droid, both in words and for real...his mouth suddenly locking upon the larger man's, his tongue a vicious explorer.

 

His eyes widened suddenly, then shut tight, and he whimpered his thanks when the droid ceased the torment and began to move. Finally. But there was no time for complaining thoughts; he was engulfed in pleasure. He whimpered louder, and to muffle those sounds, he locked his mouth tighter.

 

The wall was cold on his back, the droid wet on his lips, lightning up his spine, pressure in his belly, and burning between his legs. He arched back, fingers clawing at the droid's shoulders. This was going to be the last leg of their little adventure; he wasn't going to last much longer. And he could tell the droid was nearly there too, from the way he moved, urgent...animalistic...

 

So there they were, up agasint that cold wall, that smooth expanse of metal. Such a contrast to their heated bodies. The lights were spinning as they both tilted their heads back to gaze upwards in ecstasy. But this was not a time for parting glances, so back their eyes went to each other, admiring the beauty each saw. And to praise that beauty they gave their appreciation with fierce kissing.

 

Their noises of lust were echoed back into each other's mouth; Packer's quiet growling moans, and Snivvy's a whimpering, gasping, but he didn't need the air, or so it seemed. His heart was pounding, pumping blood at a blinding rate. This was good exercise, bringing sweat and tired muscles, but there was no way he could stop now.

 

Such a feeling was building up inside them, both of them now, and it was only a question of who could out ...hold on...the longest....who would fall first. Though both craved the fall, it was a willing jump, but the steps towards the edge were so treasured as well.

 

A half-minute's time proved to be the end, and Snively knew it was he who would crash first. He couldn't resist, nor stop it, not with the droid hitting that special, hidden place inside.

 

The only word for this was dazzling. Snively's eyes shot wide, an expression of sheer amazement in the blue depths. Bright lights spun above. He arched back, stretched like a bow, his legs clamped hard. He was taut, nearly crushing the droid inside, and then finally went limp, his only sound a strange crying moan, and he graced the droid's belly with creamy white that rolled down like liquid pearls.

 

The droid held on for only a little longer, able to deliver a few more vicious thrusts, then he couldn't hold back any longer. Not with this clutching heat, clamped down so tight, not with the moisture on his belly. He fell, succumbing to the sweetness of blinding light, a brief swirl of colors, then blackness...or, hell, he didn't know what he saw. Or if his eyes were closed or open. All he could do was feel, and that feeling was something so wild, so wonderful, he knew it would only last moments, and then be gone.

 

The tiny human moaned softly, feeling the droid's release; a burst of warmth inside him. His hands clutched weakly at those shoulders now, and he laid his head upon Packbell's chest, as the droid slid down to a sitting position. He could hear his heartbeat; a strange thing, for there was the -whoosh-thump- of a normal heart, but there was also a mechanical -whirl- and -hum-. He frowned slightly, what was that other sound he heard? Was that Packbell growling?

 

"Packers...quiet..." he whispered.

 

"Quiet what?" the droid mummered. "I didn't say noth-" But he was quickly silenced with Sniv's finger against his lips. Their eyes met and both realized the growling was not from them, or from this room.

 

It made them quickly sit up.

 

"SNIVELY!!! I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!! NOW YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME PERSONALLY WHAT IS THE PROBLEM!!"

 

They heard the thud of boots hit the floor.

 

Snively gasped. He'd been louder during that moment of splendor than he'd realized. And maybe Packbell had too.

 

1...2...3 footsteps. It wouldn't take Robotnik long to reach the door.

 

Snively stood on weakened legs, quickly yanking up underwear and pants. They felt damp on his skin. He scrambled for his shirt, lying in a heap on the floor. Slipping it on, his fingers moved frantically to button it. 

 

4...5...6 He was nearly there.

 

Packbell had an easier time, quickly fixing his pants and then zipping his shirt, hiding that pale muscled chest beneath midnight fabric once more. He ran fingers through his hair, gazing anxiously at the door, and then at Snively, who was still fumbling with those buttons.

 

"C'mon Snivv....hurry..."

 

"Yes...I am!"

 

"Snively." Robotnik's voice boomed. He was in the door now, his red eyes glowing. Packbell quickly took a step in front of the small lackey.

 

Robotnik approached them. "Ahh...Packbell. I didn't know you were in here."

 

"I just came in a few minutes ago, sir." He glanced back at Snively and sighed. The last button was done. Snively's cheeks were flushed, and his shirt rumpled, but he was clothed at least.

 

"Ah, good." Robotnik didn't seem concerned. He glared at his nephew. "And you, Snively? Why all this racket?"

 

"Ummm..." The tiny man's eyes flitted about, searching for an answer. "I'm sorry, sir, I'll keep quiet."

 

"YOU'D BETTER!" Robotnik's glaring transferred to Packbell, who tried his best to look innocent. The look was quite out of place on the android's usually evil-smirking face.

 

"And what are you up to? I imagine you were bothering Snively? That was it, wasn't it?" The fat tyrant growled; it was no secret that Packers loved to annoy Snively... but Robotnik didn't know what else the android just *loved* doing to his nephew.

 

"Of couuuuuuurse not, sir!"

 

"Hmph." The tyrant snorted, and then to their relief, turned to leave. Then suddenly he turned back. "What is that mess, Snively?" One metallic finger extended and pointed right, to Snively's chagrin, right at his crotch. He glanced down, gasping aloud to see a wet spot there.

 

"Uhhh...uh...." His cheeks flared bright pink.

 

"Coffee," said Packbell rather promptly.

 

"What?"

 

"Yes...I...uh...I spilled a bit of coffee on myself..." Snively's legs felt weak, for oh, he knew very well what that was from. Would Robotnik discover their forbidden act after all? He gulped. There wasn't even a coffee cup in the room. Robotnik had sharp eyes...would he notice?

 

"Disgusting little slob." Robotnik was none too pleased, and those glowing red orbs didn't bother to look at the room. He was too busy glaring. "You may change later...but for now GET BACK TO WORK! AND YOU! GET OUT OF HERE AND DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE!!"

 

"Yes sir," said Snively.

 

"Of course, sir," echoed Packbell.

 

Robotnik's departing response was a fierce growl.

 

Before he'd even exited the room, Packbell glanced down at Snively. His mouth spread into a wide smile.

 

"Well, that was fun, Snivvy," he whispered. "Shall we try it again sometime?"

 

The lackey shook his head, but before he could talk, his mouth was met with a departing kiss.

 

"Mmmph!"

 

Robotnik whirled around. What caught his sight made him falter a bit; the big android leaning down, fingertips grasping his nephew's chin, lips near his cheek in a weird gesture...it was almost something affectionate. Both gazed at him with oddly sparkling eyes and he had to wonder for a moment.

 

'Do they...are they...could they be...'

 

"Oh sir...make him stop...he's..." Snively said in a tone, that if Robotnik didn't know better, could have been sultry...but no...this was Snively! His nephew, while being a conniving pathetic whiner, was ultimately innocent of such lewdness.

 

"...always fucking with me..."

 

Robotnik blinked, his mustache twitching, and was seriously reconsidering just *how* innocent his nephew was, but then he blinked again, and it was gone. Packbell had straightened up and Snively was glaring sullenly at the floor, his stance leaning away from the android, his dislike apparent.

 

Robotnik sighed, and stroked his mustache. They were merely fighting as usual. How silly of him to think otherwise! He snorted, then swept out with a swirl of yellow capes and a command to continue working.

 

Android and human eyes met. Packbell chuckled, while Sniv shook his head and let out a small sigh. The look of glaring dropped away, replaced by a smile that certainly held no ill feelings. He grasped the black shirt, tilting his little head up, and was rewarded with one last kiss before, with a teasing wink, the droid departed...

 

Both were still dazzled from recent pleasures, both smiled, blissfully content in the knowledge that their secret was safe... for now...

 

...until the next time...

 

--fin-