Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Desman Black]

Desman could feel his head thumping again, how long had he been asleep door this time? And what was that around his...

'Crap.' The robot looked at the top bed frame to see it was both his hands that ended up being tied to the it after they defused, wiggling around a bit to see if either end of the cuffs would loosen, he eventfully got to wondering if ash would be mad at him for cutting them, they were hers after all.

Ash half woke up to the rattling of metal on metal and rolled over in the bed with her arms around him. "I said calm down, Des... Its just Jak." She explained in a drowsy tone. It took her a moment of rubbing her horn against his armor to realize the reality of things. Her eyes opened briefly to confirm, then closed again. "Damn it.." She said to herself in a very disappointed tone and unraveled from him, but gave no further explanation as she sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched her naked body.

Desman couldn't help to do anything but stare for a few moments, taking in the curves of Ash's body before remembering his current predicament. "Would you mind getting the key? Unless you want me to break them in half."Des's sleepiness once again made it difficult for Ash to determine the tone of which his sentences were meant to be coming out as.

Ash looked over her shoulder, her hair falling away. She stared at him for a while, or at least it looked like it. Then she smirked that devilish smile. "Good luck with that. Those were a gift from Jak himself. I imagine they are strong enough to hold you." She teased, even giggling as her tail drifted across the dark pillow top quilt.

She then looked over to Jak who was still passed out, but breathing fine now. She liked Jak, but he was only a tool for her. That said, she needed to deal with this Dark Jak. Preferably without Desman in case it gets violent. She then leaned over and started to fish out the key.

Desman in his drowsy state took what Ash said literally and summoned his cutlass, immediately realizing that he's hands didn't have the dexterity to even have the blade touch the chains of the cuffs, dropping it on the bed as he tried to flip it around, he just sighed to himself and waited for Ash's help.

Ash heard his struggles and only smiled. She found her key in the pockets of Jak's pants and moved back to Desman after he admitted defeat and climbed onto him much like the first night with her legs spread over his mid section, topless breast where he could really see them. Except her plan didn't go as expected, and he saw it in her pained face and the way she slumped forward to deal with it, supporting her weight on his chest piece and lifting her hips off him. He could hear her hiss in pain while her hair fell to cover her face from his immediate view.

After a moment of rest, he'd hear her breath out before dropping what she was doing to unlock his cuffs and go back to the edge of the bed. Eventually even getting up and walking a short distance away in silence.

Desman went to reach his hand out before immediately deciding against it, what if it was something private? He wouldn't want her to get mad, on the other hand there was that change she was willing to talk about it. His mind raced with possibilities about how each approach of his could go, it was actually kind of dizzying, When Des did build up enough courage to stand up and ask her however, his wheel got caught in the blankets, leaving the robot to fall with a massive thud onto the floor.

Ash heard metal crashing against concrete and looked over to see Desman's fallen face first into the ground. It left her with a little laughter before she moved over and helped with the wheel. "I guess you weren't kidding about the bed." She teased, before lowering herself to him on the ground. She felt pain shoot through her, but ignored it this time. "Careful, you might wake Jak up before we have a chance to prank him."

"Prank.. him?" Desman knew what the concept of a prank was, but he had never actually experienced being the parnker or the parnkee, but if he was going to do it might as well be around these two, he just hoped that the prank wasn't too bad, for two different reasons. "What do you suggest we do?" the robot whispered, waiting to see what kind of magic Ash could whip up.

Ash cracked a smile at his willingness. Then she looked up at the still sleeping Jak. She wasn't sure what to do, actually. Just that she wanted to do something. Then she got an idea. While it wasn't very clever, or mean, it would be a start. She swung the cuffs around her finger. "How about we start with a little taste of his own medicine?" She smirked.

"S-sure." Desman had no idea what he was so nervous about, he saw the cuffs on Jak back at the beach, and if he did hulk out into that... creature, it would probably restrain him.

With the smirk still planted and a newfound glint in her eye, the storm demon turned around and started walking, and if it was meant to be seductive, it was working. Des watched ash do her work, hypnotized by her swaying hips and naked upper body, quickly looking away when she let him know hat she knew he was watching, which also happened to be when she had finished pulling and handcuffing Jak up to the top of the bed frame, witch was very little effort all things considered.

Standing back from their new hostage, Ash put her finger under her lip as she thought about what else to do to him. "Maybe we should gag him?" She asked, looking for input from her partner in this crime.

"M-m-m-maybe..." Desman voice sunk at the same rate his wiliness to do this was, it was quickly turning form a harmless prank into another cliche movie sex scene, but he wasn't going to argue with someone obviously much stronger then him AND had sex with him twice, not yet anyway.

He could feel Ash's eyes on him as she took a moment to assess what his hesitation could mean.. "You're right. Too cliché." She announced his thoughts, as if she could read them. Could she? Was that a side effect to the fusion? He'd never know. She turned away from their victim and moved back towards the wall. She noticed the Dataverse Terminal in the 'corner' of the room. That would come in handy. "So, Mr. Hotel Owner," she turned to keep his eyes on her - not that he was having a hard time doing so, "Is this your floor, or mine?" Her tone implied something less innocent.

"To be honest, I didn't really think that far ahead, I really did just want to get away dorm the samurai, at least at first." Sure the sentence started off clear, but by the end of it it seemed the robot was still the tiniest big embarrassed about their relationship. "And this bed is here anyway so..."

Ash chuckled at him. She knew that he was pointing out the bed specifically because she'd get more use out of it, but it was hard not to resist teasing him. "So... I can come in and sleep with you whenever I want?"

Des once again immediately clung on to the teasing; it had seemed to turn into a whole different language between the two. "I mean, I'd have to make you another bed as someone's already using this one, but it's doable..."

Whatever charm he had, it was used in this instant. He watched a genuine smile replace the devious grin. She twisted her back to him, her hair falling past the raven on her left shoulder blade. "Tell ya what, I'll take this floor and I'll just kick the free loader out whenever you feel like you need the company." He could hear her smile remained.

"Then that just means I need to decide whether I want to be on top or beneath you." Desman face-palmed himself when he realized how that sounded, which with it being metal on metal Ash heard clearly.

Ash lacked the ability not to smile at what he said, and could only guess what that sound was. He watched her head move slightly, if he was paying attention to anything but his shame. "I kind of like you under me." She said, but didn't clarify in what sense.

The robot tried his best not to groan at the mess they had created though a slip of the tongue, and just tried to continue like it was a normal conversation about bedrooms, cause beneath all the flirting that's what it was. "Well now that is sorted out, what do we do while waiting for handsome over here to wake up?"

Ash was slightly disappointed to hear that he didn't want to continue their back and forth. She had her eyes on the wall, specifically. She already had ideas of what she wanted to do for her room. And yes, room. She didn't need an entire floor. But she could use that for other things. "Do you like games?" She asked, twisting on her hips and making as close to eye contact as the two could.

"Depends on what type." Desman said nonchalantly. Stepping forward before suddenly stopping like he forgot something, the robot titled he's head back and added. "Though I'm sure you could make anything, interesting." You could here the smirk in his voice.

Desman watched him hook her with his knew burst of confidence and 'swagger'. She let her tail whip behind her in an invisible wind. She was silent for a bit, apparently considering the idea of saying something to him. She chose instead to summon a pair of panties on her lower body. 

She then moved over to the wall and began to spend all her stored OM on something from home. Her baby.. A gaming station that makes most gamer's cry with jealousy. "I'm great with shooters, but I can play just about anything, babe." She tossed at the end there, wanting to encourage his game.

"If you hadn't noticed, I only have one hand, and you can't play video games with only one hand."a brief silence filled the room before the robot added something. "Well, I can't."

"Well, we have plenty of options." Ash said, summoning her system was going to take much longer than 3 minutes. "We can summon you a replacement hand. Time consuming, but probably the best option because then after this you can grab with both hands." She said, obviously she wasn't against the flirting game still. "Easier options is we rearrange some wiring and you can play shooters with it, or we can use the VR option."


"V...R..." Desman froze stiff, not moving, not speaking, if Ash were to pay close enough attention, even his fan and motor were slowing down, his heart beating rapidly and in random intervals.

"VR it is then~!" She sang, her tail coiling, and her head twisting to smile at him. "Just let me finish up my precious baby here, and I'll hook it up so we can both jump in."

"N-No, no VR, anything but VR..." Desman dropped to the ground and cover'd his face, to much in shock to let out the anger or the fear or the saddest that normally came along with his breakdowns.

Ash finished finally, and when she stepped back the wall was adorned with a massive set up. Three screens slightly adjusted and twisted down to her relaxing needs. A giant mass of electronics positioned beautifully were mounted on a TV stand with multiple layers of shelves. It would make any gamer rock hard, and they didn't even know what was under the hood yet. 

Either she wasn't paying attention to his please, or was actively ignoring him because the next thing she was doing was picking him up and carrying him over to the uplink, her cyberdeck appearing on her other arm. "We will pick a game when were in there." She explained, still ignoring his fit, then pushed him into the device. Her smile remained as the door closed down on him.

"NO! NO!" Des's silent pleads become violet outbursts in mere seconds, the teenager banged on plabic barrior between him and the outside, the real world. "LET ME OUT! PLEASE, LET US OUT! DA-!" Des's voice was cut off as his consciousness faded from his body and into cyberspace.

[quote]~Back At level B1[quote]
The relaxing music of the floor was soon interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening to reveal Barry stepping out.

"Did you see our Lord or Lady on your shift?" Arin asked from behind the counter of the bar, a ball of sushi and rice, presumably for eating, out in front of him, Barry just shook his head. "Strange, they must be sleeping. I'll contact you if they enter on my shift." And with that Arin pushed himself out from under the bar and stood up, walking to the door. "Oh, and don't break anything." the samurai added, leaving Barry 'alone' in the lounge area.