Emily

Shooting up with a start, my breaths come out ragged as I glance around the room, finding the warehouse interior and the tank. My cheeks heat up at the memory of early, and it brings another wave of heat to me along with a need that needs to be satiated again.

Soft warmth peppers over my shoulder before a strong arm curls around my waist. "What's the matter, baby?"

Relaxing in Pixel's embrace, I squeeze my thighs together. "I had a dream. . . it was us."

He hums. "What about us?"

Resting my hand over his, I shiver at the intimate memory. "What we did. . . possible futures. I don't know, it's silly," I mumble.

"I want to hear more. Tell me about our futures."

Smiling, I draw patterns on the back of his hand. "Well, it was us, and we had our own place back in the real world; we had a cute little cottage because you liked the idea of a little garden and something cozy—which is perfect. We grew old together, and it was something special. The other was us, in here, kicking bad guy ass, living out our days as Batman and Robin, it was fun and filled with miraculous adventures. . ."

He nuzzles his head in the crook of my neck. "I love the sound of that. I'd give anything to come with you."

I'm about to ask him if he's sure there isn't a way for a cursor to leave this place, but his hand starts to slip down past my navel toward my mound.

"Don't worry about me, my love. Let me pleasure you for now, and then we'll find the Data, and he will tell us what happened to your button, for I fear I have an inkling."

"W-what's your theory?" I tremble, feeling his fingertips skim my slit, teasing them open.

"The Terabyte; the ruler of this side of the device. I'm sure he has something to do with this," he seethes, but his movements are still delicate to me as he traces my opening before circling my clit, applying the softest amount of pressure.

"Is that who gave you the scar on your shoulder?"

Anger builds in me at the thought of someone hurting him, a man who's caring and sweet.

"Not exactly, it was a kilobyte, nasty contraptions they are, and I pray you don't see them." He dips inside me, and a moan slips from me. "For now, please enjoy yourself and come on my fingers."

Pixel is quick to coax them in and out of me, and I'm instantly under his control. He's rock hard under me. Reclining against him, I rock myself over his length, loving how his fingers pump me with enough vigour to lur me toward my climax as he pinches my clit and soothingly rubs it. Then I come, just like he wanted me to, whimpering as he pulls out. But I want him. I need Pixel.

Reaching down, I cup him whilst grinding, and he moans, dropping his head on my shoulder. "Fuck, blondie. Just like that."

I'm about to quicken the pace when I'm elevated, and a loud cry of pleasure comes from me when he sinks inside. We're a mess of humping, gyrating, and his powerful thrusts as he angles me forward has me very needy.

"I'm sorry, we have to make this quick if we're to see the Data. But Jesus, I do love how you feel wrapped around my cock."

I moan, chasing the orgasm building deep within as he plunges in at an alarming rate. "You feel so good," I whimper, feeling the urge to compliment him as much as he does me.

He groans, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. "So do you. Now, come all over my dick and milk me like you know you can. Show me how much you love me."

I cry, throwing my head back as he vigorously rubs me, and I come on command. A guttural sound comes from him as he jerks inside me, and litters soft kisses along me skin as he pulls me close.

"You're so fucking sexy, blondie. . . thank you for everything."

I snuggle closer to him in my position and cherish this as much as we can before we start cleaning up and throw our clothes on. I'm never going to be able to get enough of this man, and I know I'm not going to be able to leave him behind. I have to find a way to take him with me. . . or I'll have to stay here.

The walk to the Data feels like it takes forever. Pixel has always kept me close, never leaving my side. I'll admit, the world of the device is beautiful in its own way. The buildings have rims of neon colours around them, each one designated for their own purposes. But we're not heading for any building, it's a small hut like the ones where the Recovery button should've been. Only, it's dingier and sweeter.

"P-Pixel? Is that you?" A tender voice calls, and it's an old man.

His bushy grey brows hitch up over round spectacles, and his frail hand rests on the counter.

Pixel's eyes soften as he crouches. "Hey, old man. It's me."

A crinkled smile tugs at the Data's lips, and it reminds me of an older version of dad's as he momentarily touches Pixel's hand. "I thought the Kilobytes got you."

"Those trash bags aren't that good," he teases, but there's a small glint in his eyes that suggests he's putting a front on for the old man's sake.

"I see you finally found yourself a girl to settle down with?"

My cheeks heat up, but Pixel stands at my side and drapes an arm around my shoulders. "Data, meet my girl, blondie, she's amazing."

My cheeks heat up as I take the elderly man's hand. "It's nice to meet you."

He waves a hand after letting mine go. "The pleasure's all mine. If you can keep Pixel here in line, they you really are spectacular," he comments softly with a chuckle on the end.

"I'm sorry, Data, but we've got to be quick," Pixel's voice fills with emotion.

"Of course, sonny, what do you need?"

Just like that, they're in business mode.

"We need information on the Recovery button, it's gone."

The Data doesn't look surprised. "It's the Terabyte, there was talk about him deleting it. He's in desperate need to grow his army, I guess limiting people's travel back to the other side of the device will help him do that."

"So, where is it now?" I ask, worry sinking in.

"The Trash," Pixel answers. "We're going to have to be quick, I'm not sure how long you have left."

The mere thought of leaving him hurts. Hastily turning to the Data, I try my luck. "Is there a way for a Cursor to get out of the device? I. . . can't leave Pixel."

The Data's grey eyes flick between us, and he nods with a heavy expression. "For a while now, there has been hushed whispers from the old Pixels, they say—"

A thunderous boom fills the air along with a grunt from Pixel. My eyes widen at the sight of the crimson streaking his bicep, but the pain in his eyes isn't from that. A scream comes from me as the pool trickling from the Data's forehead, his eyes frozen, and his jaw slack. Pixel takes my hand and pulls me after him.

"W-what was that?" I sob, keeping up with him to the best of my ability.

"Fucking sniper." His head whips in the general direction the shot came from and veers us to the right around the corner just as another bullet slams into the wall close to where we were seconds ago. "He's been tracking us."

I want to ask since when but hold it for now as my lungs threaten to burst. I slam into Pixel's back, and he cradles my face for a quick inspection before apologising and tugging me to the left when a bright light travels down the alley.

"What is that?" I stammer, not daring to look over my shoulder.

"A tracker, she's ruthless and has two hound balls that will slice you in half in seconds upon her command. Keep moving, we can make it to the Trash!"

I trust Pixel with everything I have. He's everything to me right now, and if I can find out whatever the Data was going to say, I hope I can find it in the Trash along with my button.

I stumble but manage to keep up with him. My legs are burning along with my lungs, and my throat is drying up. Rough pants come from Pixel, and up ahead above the buildings is a tall glass building that reflects everything surrounding it. My heart jolts in my ribcage, and I squeeze Pixel's hand.

"I've got to get you to your button!"

"No, I can't leave you!" I shout, the urge to pull him to a corner to argue this out strong.

"Trust me, I'll figure out a way to find you!"

Our breaths mist in front of our faces, and after a long sprint, we beeline toward the metallic door. Pixel waves his hand in front of the panel with a hasty look over his shoulder, and the shield slides over. A scream comes from me when I see purple eyes staring at us, and when Pixel turns round, a metallic fist jabs him with such strength he falls back to the floor with a trickle of blood across his temple.

Backing up toward him, I ball my fists and stare at the humanoid with fear and anger. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who these guys are, but I can't let them hurt Pixel.

"You can't protect yourself, or your little pixel," he sneers, taking a step closer.

There's something more to his tone and it scares me, like it holds a mystery that I'll never know.

Holding my ground, I take a swing at him, but his speed is beyond human standards as he curls an arm around my waist and pins me to his hard body. "This is going to hurt, girl."

I groan at the ach in the back of my head, and my vision blackens at the edges before I lose feeling in my body and I'm out for the count.

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