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“Nefarious its one in the morning. If Clank wasn’t off shooting for his movie he’d catapult you back to Blackwater City.”
“I’m fully aware of what time it is Ratchet. Just let me in, I’m a super villain with a warrant on every planet in every galaxy, I can’t stay out here all night.”
Ratchet yawned and stepped aside letting the robot stalk his way in. He let the door slide and lock closed and leaned against it. If this was one of Nefarious’ infamous late night rant sessions he fully planned on sleeping through it until the other wore himself out and powered down for a couple of hours. Ratchet sleepily thought he slept in worse and more uncomfortable places, though Clank would be on his tail for sleeping in the doorway.
He started nodding off, already dreaming about Clank reminding him about the consequences of improper sleeping positions and ways to correct them. A cold feeling started traveling down Ratchet’s exposed chest, was he sleeping with his wrench again? A loud slam by his ear woke him up and he was greeted by the burning red of Nefarious’ optical lenses.
“N-nefarious?! What are you doing?!”
“You know I don’t like squishies, right?” Nefarious drawled, dragging his claws through the fur on Ratchet’s chest. The Lombax’s face lit up, his half asleep mind stumbling through panic and pleasure. Run? Enjoy this? Pass out? Nefarious continued on like he wasn’t fully aware of the confusion going on in Ratchet’s mind.
“Can’t stand them, they way they smell.” He ran a claw up Ratchet’s side and felt the Lombax shudder and gasp. “The way they look.” The hand that kept Ratchet captive started rubbing a small area under his large ear and he started purring, tail wagging slightly. Nefarious took note of that.
“And their utter stupidity.” The hand feeling up Ratchet’s side had found its way to his spine. Nefarious made extra sure to treat that area with care. The tips of his claws ghosted over the Lombax’s spine but it did the trick. He heard Ratchet groan and felt the hero’s tail wrapping around his leg. Nefarious smirked. Too easy.
“But I don’t know how they feel. It’s been ages since I was a squishy you know. I guess I’ve forgotten.” Nefarious pushed his metallic form up against Ratchet, using both his arms to feel up his captive’s torso. He pushed his leg that wasn’t being strangled by a tail between Ratchet’s legs to help keep him upright.
Ratchet couldn’t think, his half asleep brain lost in a haze of pleasure and a bit of panic. What Nefarious was doing was amazing, the robot’s hands were magic. He had only heard Nefarious’ first question before his mind decided to shut out all noises. The panic was buried under all the pleasure. Nefarious took great pleasure in torturing squishies and was the type of robot who wouldn’t hesitate to obliterate friend or foe. So what would happen to him after this?
Nefarious’ hands stopped exploring Ratchet’s chest. The Lombax barely had time to register what was happening before he felt both his hands locked together in the robot’s amazingly strong grip. He felt the claws work their magic on his spine and at the base of his tail. All coherent thought left him at this point. Ratchet could only pant and groan, his eyes no longer meeting Nefarious’ and lost in total bliss. He started lazily grinding against Nefarious’ leg, the cold of the metallic armour and the heat building up in his body felt amazing.
Nefarious thoroughly enjoyed seeing Ratchet this way. It made his motor run and his sisterboard lit up in excitement. Was it wrong to take advantage of a half asleep, half naked squishy who couldn’t defend himself to satisfy his weird cravings (and crush)? Of course it was, but what did he care? He was a super villain. Playing by the rules wasn’t his forte. This, seeing Ratchet writing in utter pleasure beneath him, and unable to do anything about it, was worth it.
But toying with his little Lombax was a lot more fun.
The robot quickly withdrew his hands from Ratchet’s back. Nefarious saw Ratchet’s mind try to come back to Megapolis and felt the body trapped under his try to push up against him. Nefarious removed his leg and let Ratchet slowly slide against the wall to the floor. His captive fell over as soon as Nefarious let go of his arms and he laughed.
“I guess I just wanted to remember what you all felt like again.” Nefarious finished. He pressed a button by the door, watching it open and seeing a small carrier ship waiting for him. He stepped over Ratchet’s confused form and listened for the door to slide shut behind him. No need for anyone to stumble across the galaxy’s favourite child looking like that. He made his way to the ship and simply motioned for Lawrence to go, unable to get rid of grin on his face.
Ratchet was very squishy. He liked that.