Early Author's Note: The series of one shots I am writing (in addition to "Dangerous Circus Love" and "Rough") will be called the Extreme Seme Files. :) Rules and stuff on my bio. More below...

Warning: Look at the first chapter's warning. You all should know by now. :D

Rough 2

Starrk watched Ichigo sleep. He tilted his head as Ichigo turned toward him and snuggled his face in his pillow. The robot smiled as he put a hand to his chest. He felt his heart beating amorously in his chest, and he wondered how his heart beat would feel thrumming against his fingertips. He brought his hand up to his face and watched the scales of his skin shimmer with light.

I am built to look, feel, and think like a human does, thought Starrk. He looked back at Ichigo and asked himself, But does this make me just as human as Ichigo, even though all of my bodily vessels are made of thinned metal. He caught sight of the broken wall and felt his heart jump. The memory of his actions with Ichigo flashed through his mind. Seeing Ichigo calling his name made his hips stir a little.

"No," he whispered to himself. "Do not think such thoughts at this time." He got to his feet and walked to the window of Ichigo's room. He bent the curtains to look at the sky and saw a bright star shining brightly through the limit of city lights.

The previous day's escape flashed through his mind:

Starrk was sitting in a hard steel chair. His wrists and ankles were buckled to the chair's respective settings. A white gown and white pants were on his body; slippers covered his feet; and a cord was plugged into the chair's backrest. A cord from the chair's neck rest was buried at the base of Starrk's neck, feeding his knowledge.

The room he was in was filled with hanging cords and a large computer at the far end. Starrk was seated at the opposite end. Tables were welded in the walls around the room, piled with robotic parts and tools. The only light in the room came from the flashing green light by the door and Starrk's learning visual.

A digital screen floated in front of Starrk, showing different pictures with a female voice reading out the names. The screen glowed blue, illuminating Starrk's facial features. .

"Shark, turtle, koala, panda, snake," said the voice.

The robot blinked. "Shark, turtle," he repeated.

"Human heart," said the voice.

"Human..." Starrk started. He squinted his eyes at the image, which changed. "Nemu," he said. "I want to learn more about this human heart. It looks like my own from my body studies."

"Wrong," said Nemu's voice. "Your heart looks like a human heart." The screen was stationed at a human. "You are fed knowledge of the pictures at an accelerated rate via the cord in your neck. The same will happen for the human heart. You will know the parts, functions, and other related data of it. Now let us continue. You have thirty more minutes of learning before your knowledge of all that exists is complete."

The robot blinked. "Alright, Nemu," he said. "I didn't mean any harm. Continue with your lesson."

"Good," came Nemu's voice. "Human man, human woman, human child..."

Starrk continued his lesson. He knew Nemu was correct. After he had seen the picture of the human heart, facts about its functions and looks were entered into his data stream. He knew what was fatal and necessary for a human heart. He learned what diseases were associated with it, what the symptoms of the diseases were, etc. All he could know about the human heart were not unknown.

After thirty minutes, Nemu kept the digital screen up for Starrk. "Do you have any questions, Starrk?"

The robot blinked. "What emotion did I feel when I saw human food? My mouth felt wetter, and my torso has made an irritable feeling."

"You felt hunger," answered Nemu. "Hunger happens when one has not eaten food to fuel one's body."

Starrk asked, "Do I need food to survive?"

"Yes," came the reply. "You are a humanoid robot; you are designed to feel and think in human ways. Although you are different, you should feel the needs of any human. As you know, when energy enters the stomach, it is broken down for the body's use."

"What do I eat?" asked Starrk.

"Professor Kurotsuchi has designed you to take in human food," answered Nemu. "Your stomach will be able to disintegrate the solid foods into molecular bits that will feed energy to your body. However, you are not able to excrete anything but fluids through the urethra-like function of your male penis."

"Thus, I do not have an anus like a human," added Starrk.

"Correct."

"Where do emotions come from?" asked Starrk. "I feel my heart react, but I wonder if those reactions are from my brain. You have taught me that my brain will send signals to my body to act the way it does. Also, will I have similar rights in the regular world as humans? Will I be treated differently?"

"Question invalid."

Starrk just blinked. "What is the meaning of my existence?" he asked.

"Question invalid."

"What is the meaning of human existence?"

"Question invalid."

"What is the function of human emotions?"

"Question invalid."

Starrk kept his mouth shut. He didn't dare ask another question, for he did not care to hear more invalid signals from the mother database. He closed his eyes, allowing Nemu to extract the screen from in front of him. His eyes opened to look toward the door, for he heard a click of the lock.

A stream of light came into the room, illuminating Starrk.

"Ah," mused Kurotsuchi's voice. His footsteps made the metal floor click.

The robot watched Kurotsuchi stand in front of him and tilt his head. "Professor," he said.

"Yes," said Kurotsuchi. He was dressed in a white lab coat and wore make up. "I have had you locked up and learning for twenty four straight hours now. Your learning is complete, Starrk." He walked closer to Starrk. "My, my, Starrk. It appears that I have made you perfect." He smiled creepily.

"Yes, Professor," replied Starrk. "I thank you for doing so."

"As you should," answered Kurotsuchi. He pulled a card from his pocket and slid it into a slit, planted on a small pillar, near Starrk's armrest. The chair created a beeping sound before the locks on Starrk's restraints clicked and hissed open.

Starrk looked down at his wrists and pulled them up. He twisted them about and bent his fingers. Then, he looked at his legs and tested their responses to his command. Being satisfied, Starrk rose to his feet and walked away from the chair.

"How is your health?" asked Kurotsuchi as he walked around Starrk and observed his work.

"Well," answered Starrk.

"What is the status of your function?" asked Kurotsuchi as he stopped in front of Starrk.

"Also well," answered Starrk. He watched Kurotsuchi poke at his skin and touch at his joints.

"What's the time?" asked the Professor.

"Currently eleven p.m.," answered Starrk.

"What is your duty?" asked Kurotsuchi. He folded his hands behind his back.

"To serve and protect my owner," answered Starrk.

The Professor smiled. "Yes, yes," he said. "Wonderful." He turned to the mother database and said, "This is first time you've done something right, Nemu. I'm glad you were able to teach our new creation the basics." His smile faded. "But you failed to implement culture within his learnings! He doesn't sound like a regular resident of Japan, much less Karakura!"

"I apologize," answered the mother database. "I shall teach him the basics of Japanese culture."

"No!" scolded Kurotsuchi. He walked toward the database and looked at the monitor. A face of a woman appeared on the screen. "You will teach him nothing more! Bah! To think a computer can teach culture. That's a human's job." He turned from the bowing woman on the screen. "I'll just hand him over to Akon or some other cultural buffoon here."

The Professor walked toward the door and turned to Starrk. "Well," he said. "Will you come out, or will you like to sightsee around this room? There is nothing more for you in here." He walked out.

Starrk looked from the open door to the mother database. A bit of sympathy crawled through his chest. "I am sure he doesn't mean to bully you so," he said.

"No," said Nemu. "I receive all feedback from our creator with no sense of emotion. I cannot tell if I would ever be angry with the Professor's logic. Then again, I cannot feel a thing."

"Wouldn't that make you just a computer with a voice?" asked Starrk.

"Question invalid."

The robot blinked and walked out the door. He followed his creator across a sea of working employees and walked into another room, where there were monitors all over the walls. Some monitors had robotic parts, and others had basic chemical elements. The bigger monitors showed the basic arithmetic needed to construct any robot.

"Professor," said Starrk.

Kurotsuchi turned around and replied, "What is it?"

"Are emotions a result of the human heart or the brain? When I feel an emotion, my heart does something to make my chest change temperature, but all actions are taken from the brain," said Starrk. "As for human wars and nature, are they from the heart or brain? Why does the heart have any role at all if the brain makes the decisions?" He noticed his questions attracted attention from nearby workers, but he didn't care to pay attention to them.

The Professor grimaced. "Listen, Starrk, you need not worry about all functions. Your role as a humanoid robot doesn't require you to think logically about every little detail of human life," he replied. "You are a tool, a humanoid tool that will satisfy the common customer and make me richer than the country itself. With you, I have defied religious and scientific belief of life."

He turned and gestured for Starrk to follow. "Take for example the Greek Mythological religion. You satisfy one of the five races of metal, making the story a reality. Science can now make life without the natural reproduction of the male and female joining. You see, Starrk, you weren't made to become a questioning cardiologist. So refrain from asking such questions."

Starrk didn't reply, for he felt his heart beat wildly. His chest was inflamed with an irritated heat, and teeth were grinding. I am experiencing anger, he thought. I see...I don't want to be a human's tool. I am a humanoid robot, which means I can qualify as human. Thus, I should have rights like the people of Japan, Canada, America, the United Kingdom, and such others... Starrk stopped following the ranting Professor and looked about.

The robot caught sight of the door a few employees walked through. He walked there, bumping a few employees on the way.

"Starrk!" came the Professor's voice.

The robot looked over his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Kurotsuchi. "We can go about the factory later. Come now. You must be taught more."

The employees weren't working anymore. They were silent and staring at Starrk for a response.

"I believe I am leaving," replied Starrk. He turned away and continued to walk.

"What are you standing around for?!" yelled Kurotsuchi. "Don't let him walk out of here!" The employees scrambled about, trying to get around Starrk.

"So dreadful," said Starrk as he saw employees coming for him. He crouched and launched himself in the air with powerful leap. He landed on the steel floor, leaving a large dent. Then, he bent his knees and dashed forward. He watched the humans run slowly as he bound through them. He slipped through the door, making his gown catch on closed door. Still, he kept going. He ran through all rooms and didn't stop until he reached the largest doors in the factory. He pushed through those doors with ease and slipped through the front parking lot.

He saw the gates closing, so Starrk sped up and slipped through the gates. After he was on the other side, his heart leapt with a newfound joy. He ran and ran until he came upon a busy street. "No matter," he said. He leapt over the street and landed near a couple. He stood straight and looked at the pair, who were shocked at his sudden appearance.

"Humans," he said as he pointed at them. The pair ran away. Starrk frowned. "I believe such a reaction is rude." He turned and looked about. "More humans," he said with a small smile. The rest of the night, Starrk walked around and kept trying to approach different people. He didn't manage to talk to anyone.

When the morning had come, he was standing on a corner, sniffing the air. He sighed. "Human food, a necessary source of energy for me," he said to himself. Starrk looked in the direction of the wafting smell and saw a building that had a large sign "McDonut's" on it. He peered closer and saw a young man stuffing his face with a foreign substance. He approached the building and saw a clothing policy on the door. Seeing that he wasn't well dressed, Starrk made simple clothing appear on his skin.

When he entered, Starrk was able to surprise a redheaded man and orange haired man. His visit was short lived, though, for he heard the authorities coming from far away. I didn't manage to ask this young man if he sold food here, Starrk thought in disappointment. Anger bubbled within him, and his anger doubled when the young man stuttered his words in fear.

Without caring to surprise anymore people, Starrk burst forth from where he was. He ran away and scaled a tall building a few blocks away from McDonut's. When he got to the top he heard a faint beeping sound. He looked around, but he found nothing. Then, he felt the beeping pulsing along his arm. He looked at his forearm and saw a red light flashing below his skin.

"That clever scientist," he said aloud. He reached for the light and dug his thumb nail into this skin. He hissed and clenched his teeth as he ripped the skin and pulled out the little blinking chip, which came along with a cord that was connected to his inner core. "I guess he knew better than to tell me everything about my body," Starrk said. He tossed the chip on the ground and crushed it.

After destroying the chip, Starrk walked to the edge of the building and peered over the edge, checking for anymore authorities. With a shake of his head, Starrk sat on the edge and looked down at his arm. "I can do what I wish," he said. "So I command that my skin heal and stop its dreadful pain." After concentrating on his core motor, his skin sealed and stopped pounding with its unpleasant feeling.

Then, he sat on the rooftop, thinking of all the humans below him. I look human, but I am not treated human. My functions are too obvious... He recalled learning culture, so he decided he would learn. He jumped from the tall building and landed harshly on the cement. He walked about a busy street filled with shops. He passed by a high class shop and saw an urban dressed mannequin. He tilted his head as he made the exact same outfit appear on his body.

The shirt, jeans, and timberland boots. Then, he continued to walk about and passed by a tattoo shop. He walked inside and looked about the pictures on the walls. There were posters of stars and regular people with tattoos on their arms, heads, backs, etc. He looked to his own arm and replicated the picture in his vision on his arm, but he got rid of it.

The memory of Starrk's day faded. He closed the curtain and looked back at Ichigo. He recalled all of the anger and hurt he felt, but he couldn't hold on to those emotions when he looked at the young man. He looked down at the tattoo he replicated of Old English on his chest and smiled. I believe...Ichigo is mine, just like I hope I belong to him, he thought. Now that I am untraceable, Kurotsuchi can never take me away from him...

Starrk felt a light feathery feeling in his chest. "I believe I just spoke of love in a deeper manner," he whispered to himself. With that, he walked to the bed and laid next to Ichigo, who wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. The robot felt Ichigo's body heat on his skin. When he looked over to Ichigo, he saw the other was awake. He blinked in surprise.

"How long have you been awake?" asked Starrk.

Ichigo kissed Starrk on the lips and answered, "I just woke up."

"My apologies," replied Starrk. "I didn't mean to wake you." He was hushed with another kiss.

"That's okay," said Ichigo. He sat up and rolled over on top of Starrk.

"Ichigo?" said Starrk. He felt Ichigo's finger tracing the tattoo on his chest, and he felt the metal muscles twitching in response. His temperature rose as Ichigo whispered in his ear.

"I'm just a little excited, sorry," whispered Ichigo.

The robot's eyes opened more when he felt Ichigo's arousal on his stomach. "I see," he replied. "But are you not injured still? I would rather you rest and heal than-"

Starrk was cut off with Ichigo's deep kiss. He felt the soft flesh tracing his mouth and dragging his tongue into the play. He thrust his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, making the robot sigh at the wonderful heat contrast. He sighed when Ichigo pulled away, panting with wet lips. Starrk watched Ichigo descend down his body, giving him light kisses and nips.

Before Starrk could open his mouth, Ichigo had gripped him and started to bring his pride to life. He moaned out and clutched at the bed as Ichigo's warm hand brought the temperature of dick higher and higher. "Ichigo," he said. "I- Hah!" He looked down and saw Ichigo's mouth wrapped around him. His heart picked up its pace, making his chest fill with warmth and cheeks feel warmer. He could feel himself being sucked farther into Ichigo's mouth.

The robot looked down and saw Ichigo raising his head to the tip and going down in a smooth motion. He felt his hips heat up when Ichigo touched the artificial hair on his crotch with his lips; there he felt the sucking motion become more powerful. He moaned out his pleasure as Ichigo came up and played around with the tip.

I didn't know I was sensitive there, thought Starrk as Ichigo prodded his slit and sucked at the head.

"Ah!" Starrk groaned out. "Ichigo! I can't- Hah!" Starrk knew that he was going to burst, so he pulled Ichigo off with as little force as possible. His lungs were expanding rapidly, and his heart was beating strongly. As he sat there, he tried to regain his breath. He looked up as Ichigo straddled him and kissed his neck. Starrk eagerly kissed Ichigo when their lips met. He could taste a sweet sensation on Ichigo's tongue.

Ichigo stopped kissing Starrk and asked, "Did you know that you taste like peppermint down there?" When the robot didn't reply, Ichigo continued to kiss him.

Starrk's eyes widened when he felt Ichigo's familiar body heat surrounding his erection. "Ichigo," he whispered as he grabbed the other's hips. The overwhelming heat and strength of Ichigo's hole were driving Starrk's nerves to the edge. His body was reacting wonderfully to Ichigo's body: sparks flew up his hips and tingled around his waist.

"Starrk," Ichigo moaned as he was fully seated.

The robot motioned to flip their bodies, but Ichigo held his ground and pushed him down.

"If I let you take over," said Ichigo, "I might not have a wall. And I don't want my landlord to kill me for breaking his wall more." With those words, Ichigo raised and dropped himself, moaning his pleasure.

Starrk, too, moaned. "Ah," he groaned as Ichigo continued his movements. He kept his head rested on the pillow and held onto Ichigo's hips as he bent his legs. When Ichigo raised and dropped, Starrk thrust upward, making Ichigo meet him in a hard slap.

"Yes!" Ichigo moaned. "Oh my God! Ah!" Ichigo's head was thrown back in bliss as he continued to ride Starrk.

The robot grit his teeth as Ichigo tightened around him. "Ah, ah...ah, ah, Ah!" Starrk moaned. Every time he thrust upward, the tip of his pride would slide to the hottest spot of Ichigo's core, tingling in a sensational heat. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from moaning, for he found Ichigo's cries much more pleasurable to hear.

I cannot... Starrk thought as he hissed in pleasure. I cannot resist the glorious sensation. Starrk's eyes opened with determination fueling him. He sat up and pushed Ichigo onto his back. He didn't bother to move anymore. He simply grabbed Ichigo's hips and used his arm strength to move Ichigo's body.

Ichigo's legs were in the pits of Starrk's elbows and his hips were gripped tightly. "Starrk?"

Starrk replied by moving Ichigo up a bit then slamming Ichigo against his shallow thrust. He eyes lidded as he ground himself in Ichigo. "Do you enjoy this?" he asked. He watched Ichigo grab at the end of the bed and moan loudly. Starrk moved Ichigo up until the head of his erection was nearly out, then he slammed Ichigo harshly onto his thrust, relishing the quick burial of his pride into the warm cavern of his human's body.

"Ah!" Ichigo yelled. "Hah! Do that again!"

The robot could only obey. He kept thrusting shallowly as he made Ichigo's hips slide on and off of himself.

"Starrk...ah, ah...hah...m-ah, ah, Ah, Ah, AH!" moaned Ichigo as he gripped the sheets to keep from falling off of the bed.

The robot watched Ichigo split his cheeks and fondle his dick. Starrk wasn't sure if anything else was more arousing than Ichigo playing with himself while getting screwed. Answering the call of his inner lust, Starrk got to his knees, lifting Ichigo's hips, and drove himself in harshly. Ichigo's hole made squishy sucking sounds as he thrust rapidly inside.

The bed started to make its way toward the other end of the room, scratching the wood of the floor.

"Starrk! AH!" moaned Ichigo. "Keep fucking me there!" Ichigo reached down and gripped his ass cheeks to spread them.

"Mmmphf!" Starrk grunted. The ring of Ichigo's ass was gripping at the base of his dick, letting him know that he had complete access to his human.

"So close!" screamed Ichigo. "You feel so- AH!"

He heard Ichigo scream as he pumped himself and released all over the bed. The robot continued but couldn't handle Ichigo's tightening rectum. He pinched at Ichigo's skin as he came inside. "Ah, hah," breathed Starrk as he carefully slid from within Ichigo. His dick rested on the bed, cooling down.

"Starrk," said Ichigo.

The robot looked up at Ichigo. "Hm?" he replied as he set Ichigo's hips on the bed and rubbed lovingly at Ichigo's thighs.

"Are you going to stay with me?" he asked.

Starrk answered, "I wouldn't go anywhere else. You're the only one whom I wish to stay with." His chest fluttered.

"Good," said Ichigo.

End

Author's Note:

I wrote this chapter 'cause I wanted to. So much fun. Misc. Ink's review helped inspire me to write this chapter. XD Sorry I couldn't put more details on the tattoo as I hoped. I just know that Starrk can make his body do anything he wants.

Minor Edits done to the last scene in the first chapter.

Well, do you like it?