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Justice & Splendor… Gabriel’s two silvery swords, he adored them in every way, their beauty, their precision, they were an extension of his will and a reflection of his very soul. He wished it had never gone this far. That he never had to use his beloved swords against this insolent creature, something so beneath him. He resented that he had to use his precious swords against this Godless thing. He was an archangel how come he was striking and slicing at this fluttery blue machine? It's so beneath him, he should have crushed it with a mere thought.
It shoved itself forward with brutal speed, pushing the cold barrel of a shotgun into his gut and pulling the trigger. With no time to react, excruciating pain shot through him. Gabriel gritted his teeth under his helmet, bracing himself against the searing pain. Anger rushed through him. In retaliation, he surged forward, piercing into the side of V1 with a snarl. With a beep and a few stray sparks, it dashed away, too quick for Gabriel to catch up.
With the flick of V1's wrist, it tossed up 2 coins, catching air for what was only a breath before shooting them quickly. Bullets ricocheted into the gaps of his white and gold armor, embedding into his skin. Gabriel’s strikes grew more and more erratic, he swung Justice in a wide arc desperate to make contact. The machine bounced out of the way before slamming back into him trying to knock him off balance. Armor clanked as he slightly fell back, his wings thrashing trying to keep him up.
Gabriel’s frustration was boiling over. But V1 continued to dance around him, getting in hits when it could. Gabriel swung his swords again; his muscles ached, exhaustion creeping in. Each of his strikes that failed to land only angered him with ragged breathing.
V1 liked fighting Gabriel. This angel was one of the only beings in this god-forsaken place that could even come close to its level. V1 had to give it to Gabriel, watching him fight was captivating. Every encounter was exhilarating, It loved every strike, every parry, savoring the sparks that flew when metal met metal. But more than the fighting, V1 relished the game it played with him. Gabriel was predictable—rigid in his purpose, steady in his self-righteousness; the perfect plaything.
It enjoyed watching Gabriel become more desperate with every failed strike, the way his movements became more haphazard, his fury mounting. Seeing this divine creature, who clearly thought himself superior, falter under the relentless barrage of bullets and fists was fun. His rage made their dance all the more exciting. It could feel the subtle tremors in Gabriel's swings, those fleeting moments of doubt when he wondered if he would ever be able to win against it.
But what truly fascinated V1 the most wasn’t the combat, It wasn’t Gabriel’s sad attempts to overcome the war machine, it was something deeper, something far more primal. His blood. When he first bled in Gluttony it was like any other creature, a thin crimson blood seeping into its system, but it felt different. Its sensors flared, and it felt a rush it had never experienced— it was intoxicating and addictive.
V1 craved that feeling, It hadn’t stopped thinking about it since it first felt it. Every time a drop splattered on the tile floor below them, it felt that if it could just tear through that shining armor and expose the archangel beneath, it would have access to the feeling, the rousing essence. It didn't just want to kill Gabriel, it wanted to consume him, to feel that blood spill onto its wires, and soak into its circuits, and it needed it.
Gabriel drove his sword through V1’s back, and the blade sunk into the wires with a satisfying crunch. Sparks flew, like flickering stars around him, the machine jerked violently, emitting an uncanny screech, but he didn’t waver. Gabriel pressed harder, twisting the blade into its core. He thought he had won for a moment, but then a thin, quick flash of blue raced up his sword before connecting to his hand.
A shock of pain raced through every nerve of his body, every muscle spasmed, overwhelming him all at once. He released his grip on his sword with a gasp, his body tingling with residual energy as he fell down onto his knees. He had felt extreme pain before, countless battles with brutal outcomes, but this? This was foreign, it seared through his limbs not just with agony but… pleasure? His breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. The sensation was wrong but it crawled under his skin like a fire he couldn’t extinguish. His body was betraying him, responding to every new sprout of pain with something dangerously close to ecstasy.
Shame rushed over him, he could feel it crawl up his spine and clutch at his throat. Why would he feel such a human thing? He was above that. He was so far beyond the temptations of the flesh. He was a divine creature— why was a man-made object making him feel such things?
His eyes darted back to V1. As sparks kept flying, it struggled to pull the embedded sword from its back. This machine—this hollow, soulless creation—had done this to him, making him feel something so visceral, so low, so human.
His pride flared in anger, he forced himself to recollect quickly, with a surge of adrenaline he pushed up to his feet and lunged at V1 grasping the hilt of his sword and ripping it from its back with a metallic shink that filled the air. It stumbled forward before shaking itself twisting around and staring at the angel. Gabriel hissed, swinging his sword towards the machine. It nimbly ducked before ramming the barrel of a railcannon into his side. Another surge of electricity ran through him as it pulled the trigger.
Gabriel fell back, hitting the cold tile floor with a painful thud. His swords clattered to the floor beside him. His breath was ragged as he laid back trying to collect himself. He never took the time to realize how much blood he had lost, he was covered in deep wounds, that refused to heal quickly. Gabriel heaved, every labored gasp for air burned his lungs, and he felt lightheaded and weak. He looked up at V1, it was practically doused in a thin crimson coat of blood. His heart sank, and a wave of weakness and shame hit him again.
V1 stood over Gabriel looking down at his disheveled state. The sweet smell of blood floated in the air, and it couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It would get what it wanted. V1 put the gun it was holding away before placing itself over the angel’s hips. A clawed hand surveyed Gabriel’s bloodied waist, dipping into deep gashes. Waves of pain washed over him. It could feel his heart race, pounding against his ribcage.
“What are you doing?” he hissed out with a strained voice, looking down at the small machine perched on his hips.
V1 looked up, tilting its head, and stared at Gabriel before pushing taloned fingers into an open cut on his dark skin, fresh blood flowed out and ran down his waist. Another metal hand glided up Gabriel’s skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, collecting the spilled blood in its palms. Gabriel shifted under the overwhelming touch, agony and arousal filling his nerves.
V1 moved an extra set of hands to the sides of his breastplate, undoing the latches and pulling it off, showing unmarred skin. When the cold air hit the skin, goosebumps prickled up. V1’s fans began to whirr. It was almost in its grasp, the blood it so desperately wanted, and Gabriel was just accepting it.
It spoke too soon: large charcoal-colored hands grabbed V1’s wrists, trying to stop it from continuing. V1 dug the Knuckleblaster deeper into the wound on Gabriel’s side, he yelped, pulling his hands back and covering the front of his helmet. V1 brought its attention back to the angel’s body.
V1’s optic scanned over the skin, watching how his chest rose and fell, he breathed quickly, but his heartbeat was even quicker. Two gold arcs were under his chest, matching the ones on his stomach that seemed to reach below his belt. Truthfully it always wondered a bit if they kept going down, gray fingers ran down his torso and pulled on the golden belt, trying to see if they continued. Gabriel moved and made a noise, trying to push its hand away. It obliged, removing the hand, it was distracting itself anyway. Its clawed hand quickly pulled itself out of the aching wound before gently tracing up his chest and to the right side of his neck.
Gabriel’s breathing hitched as it felt for the frantic heartbeat in his neck. It loved that feeling, fresh blood just under the skin, how it wanted to just rip into the veins and arteries and bathe in the geyser of blood, but it didn’t. It wanted to prolong this as much as possible, wanted to see how long it took for the angel to break, and he was already so nervous and it was in complete control, it was exhilarating. It pushed his head to the side as the clawed hand gently dug into the soft skin below his helmet. Before Gabriel could do or say anything, V1 ran it down his neck and chest, tearing the flesh and causing blood to pour out rapidly. Gabriel groaned, gritting his teeth at the white-hot pain. V1’s fans whirred louder, this was what it wanted, the sweet angelic blood, the sounds of misery coming from the prideful angel, it was heavenly.
This was too much for him, the pain raged in his nerves, but the pleasure never subsided, and it was overwhelming him, and he was enjoying it way too much. V1 laid itself across Gabriel’s chest trying to absorb as much blood as it could. It stung as it flattened itself to his chest, but he couldn’t help but arch his back into it as his head became light. He whined as he felt himself get warmer and wetter.
More shame plowed over him, he should be above this, he was disgusting for even thinking of such things. He hated it: it ruined his life, ripped his righteous position from him, maimed his divine form, and worst of all, reduced him to something not worthy of even a quick death. It just toyed with him, it made him feel things that were forbidden and embarrassing.
A harsh stinging pain turned into a dull one as V1 pressed itself onto Gabriel, a struggled yelp came from him as he grabbed at the blue war machine’s waist. He felt the hum of warm machinery beneath his palms like it was breathing, like him it was alive. V1 beeped before moving its arms and digging its metal fingers into Gabriel’s skin, twisting and sinking in. It tried to pull his hands from its body, but Gabriel tightened his grip despite the overwhelming pressure from V1’s hands. The Knuckleblaster claws moved and dug a new gash into his waist, fiery pain shot through him with a cry. Gabriel's hands stayed grasped to the sides of V1, it gave up and moved its hand off his arms and pushed itself off the ruined skin on his chest.
A set of blue hands reached out and raced to his throat, wrapping small metal fingers around him, it wasn’t fond of Gabriel’s newfound strength. Gabriel gasped before sudden pressure was at his neck, it jammed its thumbs into the sides of his throat. His hands remained at its waist tightening slightly; V1 tightened its grip tenfold in response. Gabriel let out a strangled gasp and his heart raced, it could feel it pound erratically, it shifted its thumb up to chase that soft feeling, and he writhed as V1 traced his jugular pressing randomly with an immense amount of force.
Gabriel’s huffs grew labored as V1 tightened its grip. It felt like he was about to pass out, panic filled him, he couldn’t breathe. He ripped his hands from the machine’s metal waist and wrapped his hands around its arms – but it was deceptively strong, you wouldn’t think a machine half his size would be so powerful. Yet he couldn’t pull its hands off his neck. V1 looked down at him, feeling his heart rate go incredibly high before loosening the grip and letting him gasp for air. His head fell back and his grip shifted from its forearms to its wrists, he panted, his chest rising and falling haphazardly.
V1 tightened its grip again, Gabriel fidgeted as the air was drained from his lungs, and small whined huffs came from him. Its optic dilated as it watched him with an obsession, feeling how his grip tightened when its grip tightened, and loosened when it loosened. V1 loved the control it was in, playing with the angel’s life was thrilling.
This is humiliating him, he wasn’t even fighting back as it choked the life out of him. V1 loosened its grip again, Gabriel took in a deep breath as the nerves in the pit of his stomach balled up, he was getting desperate for any kind of friction. His heart pounded in his ears as its grasp tightened again, he felt his hold tensing as he pushed against V1’s hips. He felt dizzy but it was electrifying. It kept its hold firm as Gabriel ground himself into it desperately. V1’s grip loosened for a final time, softly caressing the skin as it felt his heavy breathing and rapidly beating heart.
V1 pulled its hands from Gabriel’s neck and pulled its clawed hand from his side. Gabriel lifted his head to see what the machine was doing, he watched it pull itself off his hips and shift between his thighs, it moved its hands to rest on top of his golden belt again. Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat as it looked up at him, its pupil flicking from the belt to his helmet while tugging the edge of his belt.
Was it asking now? It has already done so much, marred his skin, and made him feel such sinful things, but now it was time to ask?
“Go ahead machine, no point in stopping now,” he said, pushing his hips into its metallic hands.
V1 wasted no time, its optic pinned to the belt before quickly warping and snapping the metal. It watched as the angel made a quivered huff before turning and looking away from it. It pulled the belt off and tossed it aside, its thumbs traced the gold arcs on his stomach before ripping his black skirt and the nylons beneath it. Gabriel made a nervous hum as he tried to push his legs closed. V1 pushed them back open, scanning over the angel’s body, it looked at how the golden arcs went down his hips and behind his thighs.
V1 moved a hand that trailed between his lips, coating its cold fingers. V1 looked up as Gabriel tensed, why was he so nervous? He’s painfully aroused and desperate, it didn’t make sense. It moved its hand, pushing its thumb against his clit. A small cry got caught in Gabriel’s throat as he shifted pushing his hips—almost desperately— into its cold metal hand. V1 moved the Knuckleblaster, digging its clawed fingers into Gabriel’s hip, new rivulets of blood dribbling down, mixing with the sweat starting to form on his body. Gabriel groaned, his head falling back as it moved its thumb in small consistent circles, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout his body.
“Machin-“ Gabriel whined, V1 dug its claws deeper into his hips, cutting him off.
V1 moved another hand to Gabriel’s cunt, shoving two fingers inside without warning. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, his back arching off the ground as a moan was drawn out of his throat. V1 set a grueling pace, its fingers pumping in and out of him as he cried out, its thumb still slowly circling his clit, it was too much. Gabriel yelped as it added another finger, stretching him, adding a slight burning feeling to the symphony of pain and pleasure.
Gabriel looked down at the machine as it kept its optic pinned between his legs, watching as its fingers stretched Gabriel’s entrance. His breath quickens as he watches it. It was so grossly infatuated with something so sinful, so wrong, but oh did this feel so right. V1 then removed its fingers, barely giving Gabriel a second before flipping him over, forcing him onto his knees, and pushing his helmet against the tile ground. One of its hands stayed grasped on his head, keeping it firmly in the ground while its other hand moved to its hips, it pulled off a blue metal panel. V1’s erection sprung out, it moved a hand up and down the ribbed shaft before pushing the tip against his entrance. Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat as it violently thrust into him, quickly bottoming out. Gabriel moaned the pain was overwhelming, but it just made it more arousing. V1 dug the Knuckleblaster into his soft hip again, getting a groan from Gabriel, more blood seeped out, dribbling down his leg as it started to move its hips quickly, slamming in and out at an inhuman pace. It let out an oddly sigh-sounding beep as it moved, angling itself to hit deeper into the whiny angel.
Gabriel let out a cry as it kept going, his hands fisted as he let his mind dissociate, only feeling every rib as it stretched him. It then removed the hand from his head, it then moved the Whiplash to his neck, snaking the thin wire around and choking him slightly before yanking it back. Gabriel yelped as it choked him. It let out a few stray beeps as its wing twitched. It tugged the cord, making him gasp, it then gave some slack, letting him breathe before yanking it again, cutting the air as he cried out.
Gabriel’s mind was in a whirl, pain, overwhelming pain, but there was a pleasure to it, the inhuman rhythm and ruthlessness of the machine felt oddly good. He let out a gasped moan as it loosened its grip, he panted as he felt everything knot up in his stomach. Its grip tightened as its thrusts sped up, and beeped moans coming from it. Gabriel’s own body began to tremble, he let out a cry as his orgasm washed over him like a violent wave. V1 kept going, his thrusts getting harder and stronger as it leaned in slightly, its chest pushing into his back, with a tug on the cord, it buried itself into Gabriel. Its grip on his hip loosened and it dropped the cord from around his neck, Gabriel gasped as it slowly pulled itself from him, lube starting to drip down his thigh. It moved back before pushing two fingers back into his cunt, spreading him, letting more dribble out. Gabriel squirmed, its further intrusion pushing his body farther. It then removed the hand, moving to reattach its panel before standing and moving around Gabriel’s limp body.
“Machine, pleas-“ Gabriel started, his voice was raw, It then kicked him onto his side. He yelped, as pain radiated from his ribs and looked up at it through teary eyes, its thin metal hand pointing to the label on its chest: V1.
Before Gabriel could speak again, it left, quickly dashing away, leaving him in complete and utter silence.
With a huff, Gabriel rolled onto his back, staring blankly up into the high dark ceiling. His mind was in a whirl, compared to the silence around him, his mind was like a hurricane.
He had never known such feelings. Relief? It was foreign to him. He had only ever felt anger—anger towards the lowkey sinners, the godless machines, and now, sitting in the aftermath, he didn’t know what to feel.
For a second he lay there, a mix of emotions weighing on him. Slowly, he sat up, his body aching, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
He needed some time to think.