#not robby coming in like that bro please just shoving that dude might give you an upper body injury 😭

[zetterbabe]

while the refs are away... (10.04.23)

[iamvegorott]

Broken Hardware Chapter 4

Perfectly

“Alright, if I make it from here, I’ll make pizza for dinner.” Chase said as he stood on one of the couches, a ping-pong ball in his hand.

“Pineapple pizza?” Robbie the Zombie asked with a big smile.

“Absolutely!” Chase chuckled.

“I hope you miss then, that shit’s disgusting.” Anti huffed, leaning over since he was sitting on the couch Chase was standing on.

“You just don’t like it ‘cause Jack likes it.” Jackieboy said, sticking his tongue out.

“I also don’t like passing Marvin’s room at night and hearing his little whimpers as Chase plows him.” Anti looked over at Marvin and saw that the magician was hiding behind his hands, chuckling when Chase kicked him.

“Dude, fuck off.” Chase huffed.

“Am I wrong?”

“I said fuck off.”

“Perhaps we should have stayed at the Iplier Manor.” Dark stated, coming back to the living room and holding two wine glasses.

“I had to make sure Micro got proper introductions to the Septiceyes.” Anti said, gesturing towards Bing and Micro as he took one of the glasses from Dark.

“Because yelling ‘they’re fucking’ and shoving them on the couch is such a great introduction.” Chase said with an eye roll and tossed the ping-pong ball, cheering when he made it into the small red cup on the other side of the room.

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Bing jumped up and ran over to Chase, giving him a high-five.

“Pineapple pizza!” Robbie threw his arms into the air.

“You’re lucky that you’re adorable.” Anti muttered as he took a sip of wine.

“I’ll make a pepperoni one.” Chase ruffled Anti’s hair and leaped off of the couch. Anti got up to go after him, but Dark wrapped an arm around his stomach.

“Let me hit him. Just one thump to the head.” Anti said, lightly slapping Dark’s arm.

“You’re hosting.” Dark sat his wine glass down. “You need to not fight your fellow egos.” Anti slumped over and poured as Dark fixed his hair with one hand, the other still holding him.

“Normal families fight.” Anti protested, continuing his pout as Dark lowered him to the couch and sat with him.

“We’re not really a normal family, now are we?” Dark chuckled, wrapping an arm around Anti’s shoulder and smiling when the virus nuzzled his head into his neck. Dark rested his own head on top of Anti’s.  

“Aren’t you two sweet?” Dr. Schneeplestein said. “Like a barrel of candies.”

“Don’t call me sweet.” Anti huffed. “I am a literal murderer and I could kill anyone with a simple flick of my wrist.”

“Just take the compliment.” Dark rubbed Anti’s arm. Bing was sitting on the other couch with Micro again and he watched Dark and Anti with sad eyes, he flinched a little when something touched his hand, calming down when he saw that it was Micro. He watched his hand as Micro laced his fingers through his own and a small smile formed on his lips.

“The new couple’s being cute!” Anti shouted, scaring Bing from his trance. “You’ve been dating for a week, y’all fuck yet?”

“Anti, that’s not an-” “I’m just asking out of curiosity.” Anti cut off Dark, knowing what he was going to say. “I’m not being crude, JJ.” Anti huffed after reading what Jameson signed at him.

“How would that function between two search engines?” Dr. Schneepeatein tapped at his chin while he thought. “Do you have reproductive organs?” Bing curled up while Micro chuckled.

“All I’ll say is that, yes, I do.” Micro answered.

“Wait. That means Google has a dick.” Anti started laughing. “Google has a dick!” Anti was laughing so hard that he ended up spilling some wine on Dark’s lap. “Whoops.” Dark said nothing and just looked at Anti, a look that caused a light flush to form on the virus’ cheeks. “Want me to lick that up?”

“I think Chase might need some help cooking!” Marvin shouted and ran out of the room. Bing felt himself sinking into the couch as Dark stood. The demon silently got his wine glass and downed it before taking Anti’s and doing the same. Bing was expecting Anti to protested, but Anti looked all too pleased with Dark’s actions and he was giggling as Dark grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

“If you’ll excuse us.” Dark said before leading Anti into his bedroom.

“Let go help cook, shall we?” Dr. Schneeplestein took Robbie’s hand and walked with him to the kitchen. Jameson signed ‘congratulations’ at Bing before following the doctor and zombie.

“We should probably join them.” Micro gave Bing’s hand a squeeze.

“Of course!” Bing smiled and got up as well.

x~x~x

“I feel like, after the third time, Anti was doing it on purpose.” Bing laughed as he checked his computer, making sure everything was set for the night.

“After the first time, they were on purpose.” Micro laughed as well, going to the desk and picking up the glass of water that was sitting there. “Look at me, I’m Anti. I like getting my boyfriend wet.” Micro used a light mocking tone as he moved around.

“You’re not doing it right.” Bing laughed. “More like; look at me, I’m Anti. I like to piss off my boyfriend.”

“He’s doing it so he’ll get some ‘special attention’ from Dark.” Micro shimmied a little.

“You’re going to pull an Anti and spill that.” Bing teased, trying to take the glass back.

“Please, I have more grace than Anti. I won’t-” Micro ended up fumbling over his own feet and splashing the water all over Bing’s chest. “Whoops.”

“Good thing I’m waterproof.” Bing chuckled and went over to his dresser, not seeing that Micro went to the bed and sat on the edge of it, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll be right back.” Bing pulled out a dry shirt.

“Do you have to change?” Micro’s tone made Bing stiffen a little.

“I mean. Sleeping in a wet shirt is a good way to catch a virus.” Bing nervously laughed.

“You’re right, but there’s nothing wrong with sleeping without a shirt.” Micro tilted his head, the smirk growing.

“I-I don’t know.” Bing balled up the shirt.

“Here, does this help?” Bing had to hold back a little yelp when Micro removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. Leaving him in only sweatpants similar to Bing’s.

“I…” Bing found himself staring. They were all based on Mark, but they all had individual differences that set them apart and none of them could argue that their basic form was attractive enough as it was and for some reason, Micro was fitted with the form very well.

“Come here.” Micro said in a low voice, gesturing with a finger. Bing had no idea why he was doing this, but he went over to Micro and stood in front of him, allowing him to take the shirt away and throw it aside as well. “Are you ashamed?” Micro asked, placing his hands on Bing’s hips. “We have the same form.”

“Kind of...I mean. We’re all based on the same form, but everyone fits the form differently. I mean, if you look at me and Dark, there’s a huge difference between us if you look. My eyes are weird and I don’t think my chest piece fits correctly and-” Bing’s words became a shaky breath when Micro began lifting his shirt. “I wish you wore your sunglasses less, your eyes are beautiful.” Micro pressed a kiss to Bing’s stomach and Bing had to put his hands over his mouth to block out the sound that came out, a little spark happened when Micro had his lips on him. “Like right now, I can see them and they’re gorgeous.” Micro looked up at Bing and lifted the shirt more, pressing another kiss to the bottom of Bing’s chest before standing up.  

“They’re-They’re not.” Bing had his hands near his mouth.

“They are.” Micro whispered before sliding Bing’s shirt off completely. “See? Nothing to be afraid of. Your chest piece is on perfectly.” Micro slid his hands across Bing’s chest and had them go down Bing’s back.

“I-” Bing stopped when Micro gently bit into the crook of his neck, making him grab Micro’s shoulders and lean forward.

“Perfectly.” Micro whispered into Bing’s ear before giving him another nip. He smirked when Bing’s hold on him tightened a little. “Nice to know you like that.” Micro chuckled. “Do you want more?” Bing shook his head and stepped back, his face bright red.

“I will never pressure you into anything you don’t want, okay?” Micro smiled when Bing looked up at him. Bing suddenly moved back forward and slammed their lips together.

“You’re a butt.” Bing chuckled when they parted. He laughed more and turned away, letting out a little shout when Micro slapped his rear.

“You said ‘butt’ first.” Micro winked.

“Oh, it’s on.” Bing jumped on to the bed and grabbed one of his pillows. “Prepare for battle!” He shouted before hitting Micro.

“No fair!” Micro laughed.