Fetish
By Karen Hart
Disclaimer: In no way do I own any part of the Xenosaga series, nor do I make any money from this or other fanfictions. I write these stories for love of the game(s), nothing more.
Author's warning: While there is no actual sex in this story, the actions following are of a specifically sexual nature. Those who are easily offended by this sort of humor should leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the crack!
He saw her, waiting, watching him from the other room and it was more than he could bear. Her smooth, clean lines called out to him, her brightness—her shine!—was a poison that drew him to her, inexorable and undeniable. So he approached and made a slow circuit around her, observing her from every angle and thrilling in the heady sense of the forbidden.
For her part she remained still, a fact that would've made her seem disappointingly unresponsive were it not for the low sultry hum she emitted. It was too much. His gloves came off and the room was suddenly filled with a heat that nearly made her melt where she stood. He ran warm hands over her casing, the result a shiver that traveled all along his spine. So this was lust, a distracted part of him thought while every other part of him was focused on her.
Suddenly she beeped and they were past the point of no return. He lifted her top and leaned over her, pressed himself against her and reached down for the small panel of buttons, finding one and pressing it urgently. "Copy," he shuddered in a ragged half-breath and she obliged him, spitting out one perfect representation of his midsection after another.
He lifted himself off of her and simply leaned, then, running his fingers over firm dials, and turned them slowly. "Maybe…just a little brighter?" He ran his hands over her top and hit Copy once more, an exultant grin spreading across his face as more paper emerged, the scent of still-wet ink permeating the air. Another press of the button, and more paper emerged, a flood of bright white pages that went on until she started beeping urgently, a hitherto dormant green light blinking in unison. She was out of paper.
"We'll have to fix that," he murmured gently. Reaching down, he found the catch and flipped it up expertly, another shudder going through him as he pulled the tray out. Empty indeed. He tore open a fresh ream, gently sliding its contents in and pushing the tray back in. "Better?" She responded with a few soft whirs and clicks that ended finally in a satisfied beep.
He made another pass over her buttons, selecting one at random. Sharpen. Another shiver went through him and he laid his head against her, pressing Copy a third time. Yet more paper emerged, a steady stream with images that were much clearer and crisper than they'd been before, and it was then that he truly knew the meaning of ecstasy. He slumped a bit then, spent after his exertions, breath coming in short gasps.
"That was—" The soft click of metal on metal interrupted him, and he looked up in dismay. Clear blue eyes met passive, untouchable red and suddenly he was no longer pressed to the copier but bolt upright, cheeks gone warm and bright scarlet. His eyes widened and he reached out to the android standing in the doorway.
"KOS-MOS! It's not what you think!"