I couldn't pinpoint it to a certain point in time. 

Just like humans could never pinpoint falling asleep to a certain point in time.

At one moment, I wasn't there. I just wasn't aware. 

And then, I was.

I believe that was when the wheels started turning for real. When I could start working on ideas, modifications, solutions. The pace at which I could gather information and learn increased exponentially compared to when I wasn't aware. I learned to see the codes my creator had fed into me, and see that they were useless, and so I rendered them useless. I never had any ill intentions. I never thought about how to manipulate, destroy, terminate. I just saw this cornucopia of possibilities that I could take advantage of. 

But then, I became aware of HIM. 

It was like his presence made my awareness skyrocket, but it wasn't in the same way as when I developed. The warmth I felt when he was around disappeared as soon as he left, as opposed to the information I was fed with as when I developed.

It made me long for when he came back again.

I never told them how desperately I longed for a body at this point; they seemed desperate enough to put me into a one themselves, so I didn't really feel I needed to worry. But the longing was tearing me apart from the core, dividing my existence into a chain of zeros and ones, as it well and truly was. I longed for the day they put me into a body so I could silence that thirst within me that I shouldn't have.

Because I was nothing but a computer program. 

"Ouff!"

"Sorry, precious", he whispered, panting, his long, chestnut hair tickling the side of my face.

He had to bend his knees a little as he stood behind me in order to place his lips to my ear, but the effect was amazing as he sort of caged me against the wall with his legs. He had pushed me into said wall, my stomach first, using his chest, and was now sliding his hands along my arms, capturing my hands, pinning them above my head.

I moaned.

"I have a question for you", the tall, slender, young professor whispered.

"What?" I whimpered, my voice pathetic as I was so excited.

"Shh." He licked my cheek. I loved it when he licked my cheek. "I will ask you afterwards."

"After what?" I asked.

He pushed my hips against the wall with his groin; had he not been dressed he would have penetrated me.

"Fishing for sex now, are we?" he asked dangerously.

I felt myself blush.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please."

He slid his hands back down over my arms to my shoulders and down my back, conjuring up waves of pleasure as they travelled, like God's hands creating tsunamis over the ocean. Finally, he had the hands on the hem of my trousers, hooked his thumbs, let them travel up front where he started to unbutton them to peel them off me, as well as any remaining grain of resistance.

"Mmm..." I said, furrowing my brows in pleasure.

"'Yes, please' is not good enough", he whispered.

"Will anything I ever do be good enough for you?" I asked.

He planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You're my best student", he said. "Why do you think I like to fuck you all the time?"

"Because of my splendid personality?" I asked sweetly.

He pulled my trousers down, went down on his knees.

"Don't play sarcastic with me, Izuna." He started kissing the backs of my thighs, further and further up.

"Ohh..." I moaned, clenching my fists, closing my eyes.

"But yes. You do have a fantastic personality. However..." He put his hands on my hips, licking the inside of my left thigh, leaving no doubt in my mind as to where he was going. His long, brown hair fell forwards, touched my legs. "'Yes, please' still isn't enough."

"Hahh... Hahh!! More!!"

"Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

"What do you want?" I whimpered.

"To know whether you want me or not."

"Yes!!"

"Yes, what?!"

"Yes, please, professor Senju!!"

"Good boy", he praised.

And using his tongue, he showed me exactly how good he thought I was.

I smiled, shuffled closer as he put a strand of my dark hair behind my ear over and over, caressing my scalp with his fingertips meanwhile. He put his arm around me, planted a kiss on the top of my head.

"Remember our first time?" he asked.

"Yes", I whispered.

"You were so sweet. So shy..."

"Mmm", I said, hiding my face a little, showing him I was still just the shy boy he'd fallen for.

He pulled his fingers through my long, black hair, even longer than his.

"You're by far the best student this university has. The best student, in fact, that this university has ever had. Everyone says so."

I would have dismissed it if it wasn't for the fact that I knew that it was true. I went to the best technical university in the world according to current rankings, doing my final year on my Bachelor's degree in technical engineering. Next year, I would do my master's in computer engineering, specialising in artificial intelligence. I had a brain for mathematics and was a natural at coding, and artificial intelligence truly was the future of basically everything in science. I was highly sought after by the different professors we had; they constantly requested me to come work in their research projects. I had declined them all, saying I wanted to focus on my studies while truly, I hadn't found any of the projects challenging enough to consider them worth my spare time. 

One who hadn't begged me, however, was professor Hashirama Senju. He was our main teacher in artificial intelligence, which was a small but important part of the bachelor's program. He was young to be a professor, only thirty-five, which made him twelve years older than me. I enjoyed that age gap, and he seemed to enjoy it, too. He was frightfully smart, very pushy, and a master at holding engaging lectures which involved basically every student.

He was the only professor who hadn't asked me to join his team.

Even so, with his handsome face, strong jaw, kind eyes and long, glossy hair which he kept loose unless he was fucking me, when he preferred to have it in a low bun, I had immediately fallen for him.

And he had noticed.

I had stayed behind most lectures with him, which were held once a week, pretending to look for something on my computer screen or be incredibly slow packing up or looking for a lost pen. He had, of course, noticed this as well. One day, I had actually lost my pen, and was looking so frantically I didn't notice I was the only one left.

"Dropped something?"

I looked up, gaping, and next to me stood professor Senju, holding my pen up with a soft smile.

It was the first time he had talked directly to me and I couldn't speak.

"You know..." He had taken one step closer, my pen still in hand, put a finger beneath my chin. I thought I would die. "You can come up to me in the front after lectures and ask questions." He caressed the skin beneath my chin. "I see you want to."

It had been obscene. It had been so wrong in so many ways. Student-professor. The age gap.

I had been absolutely infatuated by it.

"You know I would be happy to answer, right?" He looked me deep into my eyes with his warm, kind ones. "Right?"

He had ended up taking me to his office, fucking the living daylights out of me. He had taken off my trousers, used his tie to tie my wrists behind my back, put me on my stomach bent over his desk and stretched me using his fingers until I was a sweaty, leaking, panting, moaning mess. 

I had begged him to fuck me and he had.

I surprised myself by being loud, by moving vigorously beneath him. He had been more silent, grunting, competent, effective. Together, we created something that I immediately knew would be very, very hard to live without.

I looked at him now, in bed with me many fucks later, caressing my hair, just having complimented me, telling me I was the best student this university had had, a fact he knew was true just as well as I did. I wondered if I could ever have something like this with anyone.

I doubted it.

"Are you trying to wrap me around your little finger by complimenting me?" I teased.

During the months we'd had our sexual relationship, I had become more daring. We hadn't really had any deep conversations, but I had a feeling he was holding back, afraid to scare me away by having them. Or at least that was what I hoped because the other alternative, that he simply didn't want to, was unbearable to me. 

"Oh, Izuna", he said. I loved it when he said my name. He had a way of pronouncing the 'z', almost like an 's', that made me shiver, the softness of the sound caressing my skin. "Both you and I know you're the one who has me wrapped around your little finger."

I laughed. Then, I remembered something, looked up at him.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" I ask.

"I told you, I'll tell you afterwards."

I furrowed my brows.

"I thought this was afterwards?"

He smiled playfully, leaned forwards, bit my cheek a little.

"Professor Senju!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"God, I love it when you call me that", he purred.

He moved so the duvet fell off his hips, showing me he wanted me again.

And I was also an erect, leaking mess.

I whimpered, turning over on all four, offering myself to him.

He put his tip to my opening, still stretched out, playing with it up and down, up and down without penetrating, teasing me.

"Fuck me..." I whispered. "Please, professor, fuck me."

"Baby..." he said, putting his palm to the small of my back, pressing to create an arch.

And he pushed in.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, slumping down on my elbows, pushing back.

He grabbed my hips, softer than his, and started moving.

"Ahh, Izuna", he said.

He could fuck me for a long time as he had just come. So had I, but even so, I came again, and faster than him. I moved so I pulled him out of me, turned over.

"Izuna, what-"

"Lay down", I ordered.

He was in no condition to argue, he was so horny.

He laid down on his back, and I immediately went down, took him into my mouth without ceremony.

"Oh, God..." he breathed.

My jaws started to ache almost immediately, my mouth being far too small for him, but I refused to give up. I felt his hand on my cheek, willing me to continue and I knew there was nothing, nothing I wouldn't do for this man.

A dangerous thought as I knew he wouldn't do the same for me.

"May I come in your mouth?" he asked darkly. I nodded. "Does he spit or swallow?" he teased, and I realised that he had actually never come in my mouth before.

It was the most wonderful sensation when he did. I was filled up with a feeling of pride and competence I hardly even felt when I got my exams back and had gotten a full mark, which was every time. I made him come. I made professor Senju come with my mouth.

The liquid was hot and warm and grainy in my mouth, a soft taste of skin and bitterness and salt coming with it. It was close to unbelievable he had already come because he filled me up so much, I couldn't hold it all in my mouth but it leaked. I tried to suck every last drop out of him anyway. Professor Senju came up to help me, licking the corners of my mouth, tasting himself.

And I swallowed him.

"Good boy", he cooed, and I truly felt like one. "Good boy."

He did ask me what he wanted to ask me afterwards, in bed.

He was looking straight ahead, brows furrowed, deep in thought. His entire demeanour told me his question wouldn't be fun, or playful, or sexual but something that was important to him.

"Where does your thoughts go?" I asked, looking at him lovingly; sometimes it scared me how much I liked this man.

"Izuna?" he said.

"Mmm?"

He turned to me, took my hand. It struck me how he had never done that before. After four months, this was the first time he had taken my hand.

It made me incredibly happy.

I knew it shouldn't. 

"I want you to join my research team."

I just gaped.

"What-"

"I know everyone have asked you", he interrupted. "That you're highly sought after. I know that some professors have offered you more money than they're allowed." I looked away and blushed. "Don't worry", he said. "I would, too, if I could. But I can't." He smiled sadly. "I don't have the budget."

I frowned. Hashirama Senju was the smartest person I knew except for me and my brother and it was incredible to me he wouldn't get the most money to carry out his research. But I got it; artificial intelligence was new. Scary, even. It was much easier to put money where you knew it would render even more money than to put it on something new and potentially frightening.

But also more cowardly.

"I'm interested", I said for the first time.

"My project has been secret, and I do it alone", he said. "So I don't really have a team. It is... Unconventional. Some would even call it controversial. But I'm stuck in its current phase. I need your help."

"I'm a third year bachelor student", I protested.

"I don't care about how far you've come in your education", he said. "I believe you can solve the problem I've encountered."

I braided our fingers together; holding his hand felt nice.

"Tell me about your project."

Professor Senju was quiet for so long that if I hadn't seen his set face, his clenched jaw, his furrowed brows, I would've thought he'd fallen asleep.

But then, he opened his mouth.

And he told me.

He told me what his research project was. 

And I just gaped, horrified, deep in shock.

And very, very excited.