#not tagging any of the other characters bc oihrugjnfkdfndskjf this is far too indulgent to have it everywhere

[edens-notesfromthegarden]

v1/zadkiel (oc) || spicy

[oc uses he/they]

the first time zadkiel touched v1, it needed time to recover.

on a day like no other, they had approached it in minos' home. a hop in their step and a smile on their face, he told it how curious he was about its design, and asked if he'd be allowed to take a closer look.

while with most people, it wouldn't allow them such an intricate look at its body, zadkiel had been staying with itself, gabriel and the two prime souls for some time now. it simply shrugged and got comfortable, allowing zadkiel to satiate their curiosity.

were the angel's touches intimate on purpose or accident? v1 couldn't tell, fans straining at the need to maintain its composure as zad explored its body. they were slow but methodical, so gentle and delicate in their tracings as if it were glass. the words of praise and awe did nothing to calm it either.

"hardlight technology is such a wonderous advancement," zadkiel mused, a hand upon v1's wings. he smoothed down one of the lit wings, and v1 failed to hide the whirring of its fans as fingers dipped inside, being so intimately aware they were in. "such a marvelous tool for the transportation of goods... was their purpose always for storing such intriguing weaponry? or have you found other means for them?"

a gentle nod. it was hard to fit much else in the wings with its weapons, but when it had the chance, it would pick up small trinkets and knick-knacks whilst exploring hell.

those hands were now further down, tracing the seams between metal plating. its fists were beginning to clench; an act to try and distract itself from how it felt. the hands danced on its hips, tracing the tubes that carried blood across its systems.

"such small tubes," zadkiel whispered. v1 could feel the warmth of the angel's face near its hip. "and yet... they do so much... they work so hard every day to keep such a wonderous machine running."

zadkiel's finger accidentally tugged on a few wires, caught in the seams. v1 jolted completely upright, wings flaring as it scrambled out of zadkiel's hold. the angel simply sat there, mildly surprised.

"ah, i'm so sorry, v!'' zadkiel was quick to apologise, "my fingers got caught, i hope i didn't hurt you at all!"

v1 was too flustered to admit that zadkiel had done the exact opposite, that it wanted him to dig his fingers further into its body. they signed that they had to go refuel in a quick manner, and practically bolted out of the room they were sat in, much to the calling of its name.

-----

it was later in the day now. zadkiel had found gabriel to lament over what had happened with v1.

"... and then i accidentally got my fingers caught in its wiring, and it ran on me! oh, i feel so bad, gabe!"

gabriel blinked for a few moments, before laughing. "zad, you don't realise what you actually did, do you?"

zadkiel paused his pacing.

gabriel paused to take a sip of his tea. "gods, that explains why v1 looked so flustered today. it practically begged me to help it out after what you did."

"wait, flustered? what do you-"

zadkiel's eyes went wide.

"oh."

gabriel chuckled watching zadkiel's expression shift into a fiendish grin. "oh boy, i recognise that smile. you're plotting."

"oh, whatever do you mean, dear gabby?" zadkiel crooned, hands clasping together. "no, little old me planning? with what you told me? no, definitely not!"

the taller angel let out a sigh. "just don't tease it for too long! i know from personal experience it can give twice as hard as it takes."

"and you know from personal experience that i don't break."

-----

for days, they committed to this dance: zad would get close to v1, they would touch it, and then it would run off looking for one of the other three in the house. minos and sisyphus had been informed of zadkiel's antics, so they were now playing along just as much as gabriel was.

fluster turned to frustration. v1 quickly realised that if those touches weren't purposeful the first time, they sure were now.

today, they come across one another in the library. that same chipper smile, that same hop in their step. they crouched down where v1 had been scanning through a history book, reading along with it for a few moments before finally making a move.

that hand smoothed up v1's wingpack, so slow and gentle, and that's when v1 finally snapped.

the book is shoved aside in its sudden movement, swivelling around and pinning that hand down on the floor with the knucklebuster. they laid there in silence, zadkiel only blinking as he watched v1's body shift, mimicking deep breathing.

"gosh, is everything alright, v1?" zadkiel asked, playing innocent.

"STOP TEASING ME." it signed.

"me? teasing?" zadkiel let out a laugh, "my apologies, v! i was only ever... curious."

from the way zadkiel's other hand traced down its chassis, it just knew they were bullshitting it. that hand quickly joined their other with the help of the whiplash, v1's optic now squinting at the angel beneath it.

"okay fine, maybe i was teasing you a little," zadkiel admitted. "but i promise that didn't start until after that first session!"

from underneath it, a leg snuck out from under v1 and hooked around its hip, pulling it closer.

"i have meant every word i've said though, v," the angel added quietly, "i think you're a marvellous machine... capable of so many wonderful things..."

for a moment, the only noise in the room was the heightened noise of v1's whirring fans. then a clicking noise, followed by hissing as a panel slid open and something pressurised against zadkiel's thigh. the angel let out a little gasp upon noticing the glowing member pressed against them.

"oh my, what a pretty looking thing you have there," they praised. "is that for me?"

"YES. PLEASE. CAN I?"

zadkiel laughed again. v1 felt one of their hands wiggle in its grasp, followed by metal tapping against the floor twice (the staff he always had, it realised), before zadkiel's pants de-manifested themselves, leaving his lower half naked. it stared at the folds that adorned the apex of zadkiel's thighs, before looking back up at the angel's face.

"well, what are you waiting for, v?"