Simulation of Sex

AN from the fanfic monster: DM here, and YES I KNOW I should be working on other things >_< Forgive me but something happened to the creativity for that.. um.. something like watching a WHOLE LOT of Ergo Proxy.. heh ^_^

Anyway, to the people who don't know what I was just talking about, I noticed that there is an absolutely DREADFUL number of Ergo Proxy fics and that's just not right. I love the show with my whole being at the moment. I'm a huge Re-l/Iggy fan, do not ask me why, either. I like those kinds of pairings, I guess, because I adored Kikaider to death! Either way, I wanted to explore a possible moment of Re-l's in Romdo, before all of the story events take place.. a nice quiet afternoon where she could seek Iggy's assistance in.. relieving tension. Enjoy it!

This story is semi-dedicated to Pocky, the only other person I know who loves Iggy as much as I do.

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I knew it was wrong. For a while, I'd tried to care.. but it felt so good, and didn't involve any of the hassle.. that came with humanity.

Iggy was 'my' autoreiv, no? He was my Entourage, with only one reason for being... me. So if I was in dire need of sexual attention.. shouldn't he come to my aid?

"Come over here," I directed at Iggy, who was currently browsing the internet for some new clothes.. I'd wanted to go shopping earlier, and he loved to help..

I sat on the couch idly, wavering between watching the internet pages go by, and thinking dirty thoughts.. They shouldn't even be considered dirty anymore, I thought.. we'd done it too many times.

Iggy rose from his chair at the computer, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to me. I shifted closer, leaning right against him, and wrapped my arms around my autoreiv.. "I want you again.. Iggy."

"If you say so.. it seems that ever since the discovery of this ability, you've been using it a lot more than any other method to relieve sexual tension--"

"Whatever. Just fuck me."

He had memorized my clothing, and had removed my shirt almost instantly, his fingers tracing perfect little circles around my stiffening nipples. I shifted over on the couch, giving him complete access to me. I moaned lightly as he gently pinched one of the hard nubs.. "Oh... Iggy.."

"You really enjoy this, Re-l," he said in his usual cheerful voice, "I'm glad I can help you."

"Mmmhm.." I said, paying little attention to his preprogrammed affection, "Continue."

He worked at getting me as lusty as possible, I knew it--and felt it, with my nipples erect and my body aflame. For an instant I felt an urge to grab him and pull him down into a kiss, before my brain reminded me.. what was there to kiss on an autoreiv? He was nothing but a tool for pleasure, thus returning it would have no use. And besides--he didn't exactly seem to enjoy these sessions, not anymore than the pleasure he voiced at my enjoyment.

When he sensed that I was as aroused as he was going to get me, I could feel my pants slipping from me, tightly down my legs.. I kicked off my boots in a practiced maneuver while he easily undid my bra.. and then I lay bare against him, lying in a heap of cloak, couch, and autoreiv. I wrapped my arms around his waist, not to embrace him for his actions, but to fulfill the need I had to hold someone during sex. One of my legs hung lazily off the couch, another was partially wedged between the top and bottom sets of cushions. Iggy's leg was nestled between mine, and the other was off the couch, he stood with it on the floor.

I felt his left hand cup and squeeze my ass tightly, he'd learned that I liked that the first time, and was eager to repeat the behavior. Of his right hand, I could feel his finger roaming around in the heat between my legs, dipping into the liquid that was pooling, before sliding upward, to rub on my clit. That elicited a rather quick gasp--and then a series of pleasure soaked moans.. his finger was joined by others, all slick from my own juices, all rubbing around and on and all over my sensitive little spot.

"Ah.. ah.. oh, Iggy that's so.. so good.." was all I could think of to say to my autoreiv, though I did flawlessly manage to open my legs a bit wider for him without any mental confusion. Iggy responded by raising his intensity, making me shudder with spasms of sexual fulfillment. I was on the edge of orgasm, he could tell--both from the neuro-scans, and the way I was bucking into his hand.

I came after a few more wondrous moments, groaning and crying out, letting my head fall back and my eyes slip shut for a quick moment, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm, breathing.. breathing and waiting. Iggy was not finished.

I had gotten extremely more wet than before, and his finger, which before was only rubbing around, was suddenly such a thick, long, sturdy object probing at my entrance, coated in my spent sex and pushing gently into me. "Oh..." I uttered at the feeling of his penetration.. he was certainly more satisfying than I could imagine any actual man to be, though I'd yet to find one worth my time.

Iggy pushed in until the entire digit was swallowed, slipping into my throbbing cavern, held tightly against my walls.. he felt so good, I loved feeling full like that, and eased down to get more of the sensation. He wiggled his finger as this, watching with delight as I voiced my pleasure.

He rocked his finger up and down, letting me get excited all over again, before pulling it almost completely out of me. "Ah... Iggy.." was my reply, trying to guide him back to me.

"Now now, Re-l. Don't be so impatient.. it isn't good for you, you know," he said mindfully, before plunging the partially removed finger into my depths, striking deep and stroking a spot that made my vision explode into brilliance. He repeated this, fucking me with his finger, all while maintaining that devious vicegrip on my ass, pulling me upward at times to augment my pleasure. My reply to him was nothing decipherable, just a series of sharp moans at each inward thrust of his hand.

It felt amazing.. I wanted to come again, and soon enough, my second orgasm was awaiting.. I was hot and tight and it was so good.. I stiffened up as he pushed his finger in yet again, and then let everything release as he pulled it back up--curling it on the ascent, stroking though my orgasm, leaving me so very satisfied.

He removed his finger after that, and laid down in the corner of the couch, allowing me to pull in close and hold him to my chest. It was comforting to hold him after we did this--it was what I would want if I had been with a fellow human, so obviously, it made this simulation of sex feel better to 'cuddle' him.

"You feeling good now, Re-l?" Iggy asked, stroking down my back lovingly, as I'd programmed him to. "You look very relieved. You should get some rest now."

"I think I will, Iggy. Application off."

"Application cut, please confirm," was the emotionless reply from the Entourage I'd silenced.

"Confirmed," I spoke softly, settling in against his chest. "I can sleep a lot better without your comments..."

I let him continue to hold me, though.. and a smile crept across my face for a quick instant, before I dismissed that as well.

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