A Lesson Learned
R'Vindr hadn't been expecting any company at the time he got the access notification on his security. In fact he had made no arrangements for the day and was fully engrossed in his work. He was even more surprised when he looked up to see Xerxes' face waiting at the gate of his drive. R'Vindr called to his unexpected guest through the intercom.
"Well this is a surprise, Xerxes. If this is a 'personal' visit, I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time." R'Vindr remained politely discrete about the typical reasons Xerxes visited.
"Naw, not a personal call this time, actually came here to discuss something important." Xerxes answered relatively calmly over the mic.
"Like?"
"Like something I'm not gonna discuss outside your fuckin' gate."
There was a pause before R'Vindr's voice answered. "I'll make some time for you. Take a seat in the living room, I'll be down shortly."
With a click, the gates opened up, permitting Xerxes to drive through.
Odd as it was, this presented no alarm to R'Vindr initially. The tone at which Xerxes responded he had a guess as to the nature of the importance that would cause him to show up unannounced for something other than sex. After ensuring he was at a safe stopping point and switching out his hands, R'Vindr made his way through the house to see what this was about.
Xerxes had not bothered to take a seat anywhere. Instead he had spent his time waiting by pacing about the large room, smoking on a cigar.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't light up in my house." R'Vindr stated as he walked into view.
"I would but ah," Xerxes regarded the cigar in his hand for a moment. "Calms the nerves yanno. Considerin' what I have to discuss, might be in your best interest I take the edge off." He returned the cigar to his mouth to take another drag.
Xerxes couldn't blow smoke out in a specific direction as pointedly as someone with lips, but blowing the smoke out deliberately from the sides of his mouth provided a different type of display; staring pointedly at R'Vindr as he did so.
Tension hung in the air that R'Vindr could now clearly sense in a way he hadn't while Xerxes was at the gate. There was an all too obvious threat mixed in with all that cordial posturing.
"So what was it you wanted to discuss?" R'Vindr asked cautiously.
"Remember what I told you the first time we ah," Xerxes took another drag on the cigar. "Got together?"
"What, to not tell anyone about your pussy?"
"Eehhyy so you do remember." Xerxes gestured and spoke in a mockingly jovial way then paused a beat. He glanced to the side, brushing his empty hand under his chin in thought before he snapped back. "So then why the fuck am I hearing from Ketna you're talking about the exact fucking thing I told you not to talk about!"
R'Vindr' hands immediately raised slightly in defensive alarm. "Wait, hold on- she already knew,-"
"Did I say 'make an exception for any bitch that already knows.'" Xerxes interrupted with growing irritation. "No! I said t'keep your fuckin' trap shut." Xerxes made gestured jabs in R'Vindr's direction, while closing the gap between them.
As Xerxes walked forward, R'Vindr walked back while also calculating the location of where some of his personal protection was stashed in relation to where he was, now. He also sent a few wordless calls to the security group he used to help him out in other sort of unfortunate break-ins. But something about the lack of return recognition of the calls he had sent out, concerned him.
"Alright I got it, I'll be certain I won't talk to anyone about your attributes, even if they already know."
"Oh you'll be certain. You'll be certain." Xerxes practically shouted the repeated expression, then laughed while lumbering forward. When he caught his breath he spoke again. "Somethin' I've learned is that sometimes, people are pretty bad keeping their promises without some, incentive. Some people don't need reminders of this incentive and some times, others are fuckin' stupid and need some remider that the incenteive is their fucking life."
The moment Xerxes' finished his sentence, R'Vindr was acutely aware of the danger he was in, and booked it, Xerxes lunging behind closely after. R'Vindr was strong enough, easily more than an average human, but he wasn't built for combat, and there was little he could do to fend off someone built entirely for conflict. He wasn't exactly fast enough either. R'Vindr had only barely managed to reach the hidden cabinet in the wall when his leg was yanked out from under him and he was slammed onto the ground.
"You can try callin' for backup but thought I'd let you know I took the liberty of making some 'arrangements' to your security." Xerxes announced with a grin, dragging R'Vindr towards him on the ground.
A subtle sense of fear took over R'Vindr, one that was dulled by internal chemical monitoring systems that suppressed certain chemical extremes in his brain to keep him level, made him fully aware of the level of danger he was in. There was no way he was getting out of this by brute force alone, and he needed more time to contact something that could help him safely and discreetly.
"Hey hold the fuck on!" R'Vindr raised both an arm and leg in a desperate attempt to hold him back. "Aren't you two fucking now?"
Xerxes paused only for a moment to entertain the course of conversation. "What, you think you had somethin' to do with that?"
"Considering the way she was talking about you, I think I do." R'Vindr tried to hide the desperation in his voice.
Xerxes chuckled with smug pride. "Naw, she's obsessed with me. I'd be fucking her again with or without whatever the fuck you talked about."
Xerxes didn't wait for R'Vindr to attempt to appeal again, bashing away the thin leg and then taking the arm that was braced against his chest into his own hand. Xerxes braced a leg against R'Vindr's midsection, while he took hold of the arm that R'Vindr still had outstretched. R'Vindr didn't feel any pain from the arm being torn from its socket, what substitution for nerve endings he had in the arm were cut off when the joint began to tear. The moment the limb was removed from its socket, Xerxes whipped it around and smacked it hand-first across R'Vindr's face. He laughed loudly, finding that action particularly funny.
The force of the smack disrupted R'Vindr's vision, causing him to have the equivalent of a blackout momentarily. Static and warnings filled his HUD but he felt Xerxes moving around on top of him while he regained his orientation. When his vision returned, he saw Xerxes perched over him with his erect dick sticking out of the fly of his pants. R'Vindr jerked back involuntarily but he was hardly able to move under the weight.
"What are you trying to do, rape me?" R'Vindr shouted. "Nice try, idiot, I don't have a penetrable hole."
"Who said I needed a fuckhole?" Xerxes grinned then dove for R'Vindr's chest.
The sudden horror of what Xerxes was about to do had R'Vindr struggle with urgency to get back up. Xerxes shifted himself around using one leg to pin R'Vindr down by the shoulder the remaining arm was still attached to while still using the other to kneel on his abdomen. There was nothing R'Vindr could do as Xerxes tore open the protective chest plating to expose the artificial organs inside.
"All this just because I engaged in a conversation Ketna started in the first place?" Once more, R'Vindr desperately attempted to reason with Xerxes, or stall him in some hope something would arrive in time.
"Are you fuckin' stupid or deaf? When I say, don't talk, you don't fuckin' talk. Fuckin' simple. Her already knowin' is the only reason I'm gonna let you live. And cus I'm such a generous man, I'm even gonna leave your business alone, that is, unless you keep testin' my patience. So you got two choices, take it like a man or take it like a bitch. Won't change anything but only one'a them leaves you with some amount of respect." Xerxes leaned over and gave R'Vindr a condescending pat on the cheek.
Xerxes' smirked before shoving his dick into R'Vindr's exposed innards. He didn't pick one spot in particular, sticking his dick in and out any space he could find until he settled on whatever gave him the sensation he was looking for, somewhere between the soft filtration organs and firmer synthetic heart that still throbbed as it was built to do. He placed a hand overtop for pressure and grunted with each thrust increasing in speed.
R'Vindr couldn't feel the thrusting against his synthetic innards beyond the pressure on top of him. Any cursory sensors he used to monitor his health had been suppressed for his own sanity, but small notices on his HUD always reminded him he was dangerously exposed. He instead tried to occupy himself with lining up any form of emergency contact, attempting to bypass whatever it was Xerxes' had used to impede the contact, prioritizing his personalized doctors first and foremost.
Xerxes must have noticed the lack of reaction from R'Vindr as he was in his head and changed his actions to ensure R'Vindr couldn't ignore him. Using claws he dug into the protective but flexible casing around R'Vindr's neck, exposing the few but very vital channels that ran up to his brain.
"Hey what the f–"
Xerxes' hands closed around the exposed channels and R'Vindr's words were cut off. Not because the act physically restricted his speech in some way, but by the sudden discomfort and pain the restriction caused.
R'Vindr didn't breathe in the same way most organics did, most of it was passive with some manual system in place for the action of breathing that his brain still wanted to participate in, such as dramatic effects in speech or heavy breathing with prolonged activity. So while the restriction Xerxes put on his 'throat' wouldn't choke him out-right, it still caused him distress. The real danger was in the artificial arteries next to the supplementary airway that supplied everything to his brain. And the pressure on the airway was restricting them as well.
Even with the assistance of chemical suppression there was a real overwhelming sense of dread that claimed R'Vindr in that moment. He could only stand it for a moment, but when his vision began to darken and inescapable pain filled his head, he could no longer remain still. His remaining arm snapped up in desperation at Xerxes' wrist, attempting to relieve any of the pressure on his arteries.
"Relax would yah?" Xerxes' taunted his voice telegraphing the smile on his face even though R'Vindr could not see it. "I said I'd let you live, didn't I?"
Anger and pride did not want him to let go of Xerxes' arm but being keenly aware of the equally prideful and significantly more volatile person he was dealing with, R'Vindr knew it was in his best interest to let go of Xerxes' wrist. Xerxes rewarded the compliance by releasing R'Vindr's neck; his body heaved as his vision cleared and the pain slowly began to recede.
"See?" Xerxes laughed. "I know what I'm doin'. I actually keep my promises." He added with a bitter dig.
And as soon as R'Vindr's body relaxed, Xerxes seized hold of his throat, causing him to lurch and seize all over again. Despite his impulse, R'Vindr kept his hand at his side, but slammed the fist down into the ground. Xerxes laughed at this response but didn't bother cajoling R'Vindr this time around. Again R'Vindr's vision darkened, inescapable pain flooded his head but he was relieved before his vision darkened completely.
When his senses returned he heard Xerxes' breathing labored, combined with moans that grew louder with each thrust. As the sense of relief set in that it would be over soon, Xerxes' hand on his throat tightened once more. R'Vindr braced himself again for the pain, hoping this would be the last of it, but the time spent under the grip felt like it lasted longer than the other times. As his vision darkened past the point it had last time he slammed his fist against the ground again, followed by kicking his legs against the ground.
Intense panic that cut through the chemical suppression was about to set in when relief finally arrived and R'Vindr's arteries were granted release. Relief that was interrupted by Xerxes finally hitting a climax buried in his innards. Xerxes spent some of it buried inside, but pulled himself out in time enough to ensure some last shots of cum shot upward visibly across the rest of R'Vindr's exposed chest even reaching up to his face.
Xerxes took a deep satisfied breath from his climax, leaning back. He wiped remnants of whatever was on his hands onto R'Vindr's jacket. The cigar he had held in the corner of his mouth the whole time had burned down significantly, he drew it out of his mouth, flicking off the collection of ashes onto R'Vindr's exposed chest. R'Vindr didn't respond to the action though he seethed in his head, he wanted this to be over as soon as possible and didn't want to encourage Xerxes' to go another round. He didn't move from the spot even when Xerxes finally raised himself off his torso.
"Now, what was it you weren't supposed t'do?" Xerxes shoved his dick his dick back in his pants.
R'Vindr was quiet for a moment, stunned and bracing himself in the event it was not really over.
"Not talk about your pussy to anyone, not even those who know." He responded with artificial calmness, he didn't even turn his head in Xerxes' direction when he spoke.
"Good." Xerxes looked calmly satisfied with the response. "Glad we had this talk." He gestured with the cigar in his hand before putting it back in his mouth and turning away.
Feeling he was finally out of the woods, R'Vindr rotated himself to sit up only slightly, this was more a display of his own dignity, he knew he shouldn't move too much as it could be even worse for the exposed organs. Chemical suppression helped keep the sick feeling at bay as R'Vindr assessed the damage done to his body, but it wasn't inescapable. The only thing that kept him remotely stable was the slow building rage that he focused on in the moment.
Xerxes took a heavy leisurely drag of his cigar when he stopped to look back at R'Vindr for a parting word.
"And ah, I'd keep this little meeting between us too, if I were you." Xerxes warned, straightening up his clothes on his way toward the door. "Might not be able to trust ya to keep a lid on it if I hear about this gettin' around." Xerxes gave a parting warning before leaving the room.