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The skana twirled, the metallic ring a haze to his ears. A tic he’d developed since becoming what he was. Arthur’s one good eye looked around at the quiet of the mall before releasing a sigh. It was an unusually quiet day which meant the other shoe could drop at any time. He rubbed a hand down his face, skana twirling one last time before he tossed it up and caught it. Something lingered on the edge of his consciousness, a small little thread that had become thicker over time.He'd sense her presence before she was even there -- know she was just around the corner.Not for the first time did he wonder what was so different about this link than before. Back when Violet first arrived and launched herself inside his mind, it was unwanted, painful, irritating. He fought it -- and rightly so -- he was in charge of his own body, and he didn’t feel that small string that tethered them together.But now, that thread was more of a cord, and if he focused on it with his eyes closed it was yellow, just like her void touch, practically golden and purring contently right where it was.It brought with it a bunch of feelings he wasn’t ready to face yet. Wondering why it remained and grew stronger, and he was afraid that he wasn’t the only one that bore this connection. Arthur was loathe to admit that he wanted something like this all to himself. The tether that connected him to her was somehow precious in a way he couldn’t describe. Like she somehow always belonged there.Arthur sat heavily in the desk chair looking down at his metallic hands, palms facing upwards, looking at how the techrot had mangled his flesh. The fingers were somewhat normal, but his palms were gnarled metal and textured, the sides looking like frayed edges of wire. One of the reasons he wore gloves.A wave of peace washed over him, making him turn to face the stairs that led up to the backroom. The pulse in his head matching the one in his heart.Violet stepped down onto the floor of the mall from the last stair, heterochromatic eyes meeting his with a soft smile. She walked towards him, and he felt the heaviness in the pit of his stomach as the anchor in his head sang a sweet melody on her approach.“Everything okay?” She tilted her head in question, and he just nodded. How could he even begin to fathom using his voice right now. Arthur looked into those eyes, green and purple, and the faint red glow that hazed around them. Sea colored hair framed her soft face, but those haunting eyes were somewhat hidden behind her glasses.He’d asked about her eyes once, and she said the void had tainted her. Her eyes, her voice, her hair. Her younger self took the void devil moniker quite literally. She’d said if you want a void devil, then I’ll be one. And their eyes had glowed blood red ever since. Sometimes the glow would be muted, but other times it would be harsh and vibrant -- two red pinpoints in the darkness as a warning.Arthur could admit that it freaked him out at first, the two red eyes in the dark of the mall late at night when he couldn’t sleep and was alone with his thoughts.But now that he knew her, those red eyes meant protection and comfort.“Arthur?”“Hmm?”“You were miles away just now. You okay?”“Yeah. Bloody tired.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers. The cord in his head pulsed and he suddenly felt contentment and pleasure… no, not quite pleasure, something deeper. Nearly primal.Desire.Just as he was coming to terms with this new sensation, she was walking away from him, no doubt to check on the others, and his mind fractured with the implication that he was feeling what she was. He opened the door to the security room, stepped inside, and shut it behind him. Sitting heavily on the makeshift cot in the corner, Arthur focused on that cord and gave it a tug just to see what it would do. He’d never thought to try before but something about what he felt tonight made him think about it.The small tug was answered by a firm pressure, heat rolled across his body, and he panted at the sensation. Not a hug, something more passionate. He had to be off his rocker.Another tug and he felt a jolt through his system, the buzz throwing him for a loop. Arthur grabbed the side of his head with a moan. It wasn’t painful, it was indescribable.On the next tug he damn near shot up off the cot when Violet shimmered to life in his room, the yellow swirls of the void dancing off her skin as she materialized right in front of him, eyes wild and that deep blood red burning bright in the soft light of the room.“Arthur…” Her voice was warbly, void touched, and vibrant as power coursed through her and he felt the resounding answer on that cord. A surreal avenging angel coming to torment whoever was threatening him. It answered his question about the bond being a two-way street, though, even if he felt like he was treading water.“Violet, I …”Those eyes focused on him, intense, unyielding and the cord pulsed in harmony with her resonance. As if coming out of a trance she shook her head to clear it and some type of static dissipated with the motion.“You shouldn’t do that.” She said simply. “You’re not ready for that yet.”“What are you talking about?”“You know exactly what.” Violet crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared down at him with those eyes. “Don’t play coy with me.”“Bleedin’ hell, woman. I’m not being coy!” He huffed out running a hand through his hair. “What are you talking about?”Arthur then felt the tug in his mind, the cord pulsing and tugging him to her while he gripped the edge of his cot, damn near ripping the edges off. Suddenly the pressure was released just as it began but it didn’t stop the heat from rolling over his body again an ache settling deep in his gut… down further below.“What is this?”“You don’t know?” Violet bent down to be eye level with him, and he swallowed hard at how close she was. “You’re the one who formed it.”“What?”“Oh, you poor sweet soul.” She sighed. “You’ve done something unconsciously without even realizing it. I thought … Gods, I’m such a fool.”“Wait, what …” He moved to stand as she walked away.“Figure it out, Arthur.” Violet looked at him sadly. “You’re a smart man.”And with that she was gone and him without answers.XXXxxxWeeks passed and he was no closer to figuring out the cord in his mind that connected them. It still made that soft alert in his mind when she was near, and he felt the heat roll over him which he now recognized fully as her desire -- desire for him. But what else did she want him to figure out? She said he formed this? But why? When? And how even?“I suspect it has something to do with the reactor, dear brother.”“I’d like it if you minded your business.”“And I’d like to, but your voice is the loudest of them all.” She sighed in his mind. “You’re sodding ridiculous sometimes…and daft.”“If you’re just going to insult me…”“Arthur, you formed that bond in your unconscious mind while you were drifting down sick with radiation. It became stronger because you wanted it to.”“Make sense…”“I hate when I have to spell things out. You want her.” Eleanor’s voice held a tinge of disgust because of their relationship. “I don’t like being privy to your lusts, it’s awkward.”“You’re the one in my head, Eleanor. It’s not a picnic for me either.”“Then go solve your issue. Talk to her because both of you are driving me insane with this unresolved tension -- and you know what type of tension I mean.”He felt her leave his mind abruptly like slamming a door and he heaved himself up with a groan. Of course, he’d felt some attraction to Violet, he wasn’t blind.Arthur tugged that cord again feeling the answering vibration in his body making his knees tremble. He didn’t remember much after the reactor… out for over a week in the med bay but something gnawed on his mind. She had become more to him in a way he didn’t think would ever be possible.All of their late-night conversations, wanting to be there with her, for her. How he even cooked her food and made it square unconsciously because it gave her a sense of comfort. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making him swirl with unexpected emotions. His mind was a mess trying to piece together the dregs of what happened that faithful new year’s night where he damn near died on the reactor floor.And then the door opened, the floodgate of her inside of him, holding him up, helping him move -- saving his life. The thread he held onto so tightly cultivated in his mind, a bond that he didn’t want to lose because his life was shit without her in it and he couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from her.Suddenly his mind was calm and no longer spinning out of control and he looked up to see her in his room once more, hands on his face bringing him back to the present as he gasped for air.“You’re back now.” She gently tapped his cheeks, and he nodded before looking down at the floor.There were no words to what he was feeling now, it was that deep and all consuming, this need overpowering everything else and while she was kneeling in front of him he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. A small whine left her before it became a deep moan, her mouth open for him to slide his tongue in for a taste.This woman from the future had made him come alive again after so long of feeling like a walking dead man, an abomination -- he couldn’t let her go.She pulled back to catch her breath and he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the skin, teasing each soft bite with his tongue. Her hands were in his hair, and he growled when she rocked against him, his cock already hard and aching to be released.“Arthur…”“Mmm…” He nipped at her shoulder, pulling her top to the side to get better access to her skin.“Did you figure it out?”Arthur looked up and met her eyes and rumbled out a purr as he gave that cord in his mind a caress that left her breathless, her cheeks flushed, and she held him tighter as he continued to slowly strum along that cord while also caressing her body. He managed to get her top off, hands on her heated skin, and she made a soft little whine when he leaned her back and took a rosy nipple into his mouth.“Sol damn it, Arthur.” She panted as he worked her over.“To quote you, ‘don’t be coy.” He smirked as he released her breast. “You know I figured it out, love.”“You’re a smug bastard…”“And a lucky one.” Arthur chuckled, leaning back on the small cot with her in his lap. “I’d like to take this somewhere with more space.”“You’re just so sure I’m going to invite you up?”“You can’t lie to me, sweets.” He pointed to his head. “I know what you want.”“You’re incorrigible.”“Mmm…” His voice dropped low. “Doesn’t stop you from wanting me, does it? You know what’s underneath my seam -- you’ve been in my head.”She moaned as he lifted his hips and rubbed his sheathed length against her.“And it’s all yours, love.” He breathed softly in her ear, voice gravelly and thick.“Come on.” Violet pulled him up to his feet, deceptively strong for her size, and led him up to her rooms.Suddenly he was shoved back first on the bed, and she was on top of him -- naked on top of him -- and his eyes widened as he felt her warm skin beneath his hands, the wet, slickness of her pussy right on his seam.“Gods…” He hissed out at her heat rubbing against him, teasing him, and he pulled her hips away briefly so his cock could slide out and he panted as she looked down and licked her lips. Violet’s eyes flashed briefly, a sultry smile on her face as she lifted up and slowly slid down on his cock, engulfing him in her warmth.The cord in his head hummed in pleasure and he took that first thrust into her with a low rumbling growl, hands on her hips to steady her, and he felt her hands grip onto his armored chest. He had to steady himself feeling both of them at the same time, dual sensations, her pleasure and his and her name tumbled from his lips as he gave a slow roll of his hips, pulling her flush against him and she whined, nails scratching at the techrot plating.He could feel every single inch of her clutching him, the echoes of her in his head, the cord pulling taut and her tumbling to his chest as he shifted his hips to dive deeper as he clutched her to him like a lifeline. Violet kissed him sloppily and he reciprocated, hand behind her head, fingers tangled in those sea-colored strands as he continued to thrust up into her, savoring her moans on his tongue.Arthur felt the cord hum, the bond singing with the connection of their bodies, and he felt the moment she boiled over, shivering atop him and her sweet walls clutching at him as he found he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to -- and gods, why would he want to. Chasing that high, he released her lips and pushed deep one last time with a strained growl, voice cracking as her name fell from his lips like a prayer.His head collapsed against the pillows, feeling as she panted against his neck, and he lifted her head to check on her and she gave a dopey smile -- which he found himself returning -- and her head flopped back on his chest when he released her.“I don’t care if you have to ride shotgun inside my body, love, I’m going to the future with you whether you like it or not.” He huffed out.She just slapped his chest and laughed, and he found himself joining her.But he was serious.