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He should have known that telling him about the wires was a mistake. Because from the moment the words had slipped from his mouth and he'd seen the resulting smirk spread across Axton's, he's been waiting for something to come of it. Not that it has made him anxious - because he doesn't get anxious - but it's gotten him the slightest bit curious.

As if the ?? flashing across his visor when he's around the man doesn't convey that well enough already.

But it appears that he doesn't have to wait long for something to come of it. It isn't long before the assassin needs a bit of extra maintenance, and when he comes to Axton as he usually does, the other is all too obliging.

Which should be his first clue, but doesn't quite register as something he should be concerned with. So when he settles in front of him, exposing the most vital and vulnerable parts of his being, it's because he trusts him.

Quite possibly a terrible mistake, given the slow grin that spreads over Axton's mouth as Zer0 offers his back to him, but .. who's paying attention?

The first time he feels that rush of pleasure skittering through his system, he's quick to turn his head - yet another display of ?? across his visor as he fights the shiver that passes through his body. Axton merely looks bemused.

"Sorry .. wrong wire. Let's try that again."

When it happens a second time, Zer0 doesn't bother throwing a look over his shoulder. It's either that, or the simple fact that the shiver that travels down to his very core has him too distracted to put any thought into doing so. He makes a small, muffled sound that catches somewhere in the back of his throat, fingers curling in on themselves as he braces his fists against his knees, and behind him, Axton is one smug son of a bitch.

"Damn .. did I do it again?"

"You .. are doing it on purpose .." Zer0 murmurs, and if anyone were to catch sight of his visor, all they would see is a series of //// across the display.

Axton chuckles, leans in close and slides a hand over a narrow hip, fingers reaching to stroke over the hard length of his cock through a layer of fabric. He purrs at the way that smaller body squirms in response, the way fists clench a little tighter as an almost-whimper seeks to betray him. "Can you blame me, when you react like this?"

"Axton -"

"Hold on .. I think I finally got it .."

Zer0's breath catches - which is nothing but a fluke, of course, because he doesn't need to breathe - when the other touches something and his entire body goes rigid, hips bucking into the pressure of that hand around his cock, the shock of pleasure surging through him so deep it may as well be tangible. Axton may as well have laid him bare, fingers ghosting over the surface of too-warm skin for how deeply he can feel it.

When lips find the side of his neck, he realizes belatedly that his helmet is gone, that his face feels too flushed, and he wonders just how the other managed to get him so distracted -

Until he feels calloused fingers dipping into the front of his pants, finding him hard and wanting, and he can't help but to moan the other man's name. To push back against his chest and reach to tangle gloved fingers in short hair. He feels like his system is seconds away from overloading, from every circuit burning itself up and leaving him a useless shell, but if he thinks about it ..

He can't say that it doesn't hold a certain level of appeal. To be taken apart so completely by the other man's hands, to shiver and shake for him just as easily as he's ever done anything before it, to come undone and allow Axton to see it ..

Zer0 doesn't register that he's biting into his bottom lip until he feels the slick slide of the other's tongue against his teeth, and when he opens his eyes, drops his gaze, he can't look away from the point at which Axton's hand disappears into the front of his pants. Can't focus on anything save for the delicious pleasure wrought from the fingers wrapped around his cock, and as he moans again -

"I wanna see it this time, Zer0. I wanna see what my hands do to you."

He doesn't mean to bite, doesn't mean to growl - but the sound of his voice, so low and ragged and demanding has him feeling as though he's tearing himself apart from the inside out, wire by wire, bit by fucking bit as his hips roll against Axton's hand. As his teeth catch the swell of the man's bottom lip and he sucks it into his mouth, fingers still lost in dark hair and he whines, a sound so broken, so far gone that he can't be bothered to keep it quiet.

He comes with the other's tongue in his mouth, the taste of him so strong that it simply adds to the overwhelming sensory overload threatening to throw his system completely out of sorts. It's a high - a rush and he can't come down, his entire body drawn tight as a wire as he squirms in the arms wrapped around him.

The silence that follows is punctuated every now and then with abbreviated gasps that slip between parted lips, a chuckle and the press of a kiss to the side of the assassin's neck. Zer0 doesn't bother moving, and Axton doesn't make him.

He's pretty sure he needs to reboot, anyway.