Disjointed (Zombie and hal7283) [18+]

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"It's okay, I fell down. I'll be fine." Ethan said as he tried his best at impersonating Ethan's voice, with surprising success. After a moment they neighbor told Ethan to be careful and went back indoors. Once he made sure the neighbor was gone Michael sighed in relief, and carried Ethan back indoors. He thought for a brief moment then smiled weakly, kissing Ethan lovingly on the cheek and said: "I was going to aim for double digits, but seeing you so exahsted like this, maybe another time. Plus I'm sure you have lots of work to do."

 

As usual he took Ethan to the shower to get him cleaned up. This time it was quicker because he didn't have to help Ethan to pass out cum from his rear. After that he dried him up and helped him get dressed and carried him to the living room.

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Ethan shuddered slightly when he heard Michael impersonating him. It was seriously creeping him out, to hear himself from afar. He grumbled quietly when the doll mentioned aiming for double digits. Was it even possible for a human? Perhaps if the way his body was stimulated was changed up, he'd manage, but otherwise it was definitely impossible. Besides, it already hurt as it was now, could he take any more?

 

He was washed, then dressed and brought to the living room. There he finally gave in, snuggling into the couch. He desperately needed a nap. "Come 'ere..." He grunted, patting the space behind him for Michael to lay down. His eyes closed and he fell asleep minutes later. Ethan slept for a few hours, waking up lazily, unwillingly. It was about seven by the time he managed to tear his eyes open. A yawn parted his lips as he stretched slightly, hissing softly at the pain. He snuggled into Michael's body, adoring the feeling of warmth. "I still like it better when you fuck me..." He mumbled, a quiet chuckle slipping past his lips.

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Michael nodded and got on the couch as he was told, and wrapped his arms gently around Ethan. He smiled looking at the his master falling asleep. Michael closed his eyes and began to enjoy the quiet moment, using all of his senses the feeling everything from Ethan, his calm and regular breathing, the ups and downs of his chest, and feeling the warmth from his body, even the sound of his heart beating sending blood throughout his veins. All of these sensations was like a symphony to Michael, and brought him incredible happiness.

 

The hours passed by in a blink of an eye, and he smiled lovingly seeing Ethan waking up: "Good morning Ethan. Well, it's more like goodnight though." He reached his hand to caress Ethan's hair, feeling the smoothness with his fingers and said: "I figured so, but now you know fucking is fun too. But in any case, I have to suggest you to practice more self restraint, you are but a normal human being and your body can only take so much. You don't want to start wearing diapers in your twenties right?"

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Ethan huffed softly, frowning a bit. "You ruin the mood so quickly." He whined softly, slowly turning around to face the doll, pressing into his body for warmth. "Self restraint sucks. Besides, I really can't... It's not that I choose to have sex until I pass out, I can't help what my body needs." He muttered, his eyes closing. If wearing diapers was what it took to get Michael's cock in his ass every day, he would be willing to do it. "Even if I had to wear them, I'm sure you'd take care of me." He chuckled, pressing his cold nose against the doll's neck.

 

"If something were to happen... You said you'd kill for me, right?" Ethan asked suddenly, lifting his head. He wanted to have the doll to himself at all times. "So if it came to the worst, you could slaughter someone and we would take their house. I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem providing us with the necessary food..." He spoke, gently tracing his fingers over the other's arm. It was surprising - that thought wasn't disgusting for him, he actually could imagine it quite easily. Him and Michael, living in a big, wonderful mansion... He could get anything he wanted. "But anyway... Do you really not have tentacles? I guess they could be a substitute to your cock... Or not, I'd still want them as thick as possible." Ethan laughed, the discussion coming from him sounding more like a casual conversation than something that included murder, inhuman sex and theft.

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Michael was surprised as he heard the words coming out of Ethan's mouth, and said gently: "Of course Ethan, I'd do anything for you that's within my power, and I'll take care of you no matter how much of a mess you got yourself in. But I take that you like what you're doing right? Drawing, making games and all? So I do hope that whatever you ask of me, it's after careful consideration for your own hopes and dreams and ambitions."

 

He thought for a moment when Ethan mentioned tentacles again, it seems he's really into those. "Yeah, about that... what exactly do you men by 'tentacles'? Sorry but none of my previous masters ever mentioned such things so I'm not sure what kind of stuff are you looking for... Do you have a example from the games you've worked on? Or whatever you saw those from?"

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Ethan smiled, slowly tracing his hand over the doll's face. "I can still do that. My work givers just wouldn't see my face..." He murmured, getting closer to Michael. The thought was really beginning to stick to him. He liked the idea of living somewhere far away with the doll, his life only consisting of sex and drawing. That was the ideal life to live. Although... He would lose all of the people he knew now. There were good things about the life he led right now, too, but how the hell was he supposed to fight his need for sex then?

 

As Michael asked about the tentacles, Ethan's eyebrows rose, blinking a few times. "Give me one moment." He muttered, rolling over to grab his tablet. Soon enough, he found an example of what he wanted, showing it to the doll. "See? They're all slimy, and long, and they can have all sorts of things on them... Like this." He spoke as he pointed at some of the tentacles that seemed to have a mouth-like end, perfect for blowjobs. He looked into the other's eyes, a hopeful smile on his face. "Can you get these?"

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Michael looked at the tentacles showed to him by Ethan and fell silent. Now having a clearer idea of what Ethan was looking for he began to weigh his options, and after almost a whole minute of quiet he looked at Ethan saying: "Yes, I think I've figured out a way to get those things. But... I'll need time to prepare and during that time I won't be able to serve you. And since it's unlike anything I've ever done, it would be risky for both you and me. I may end up causing irreparably damage."

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Ethan frowned when he heard the doll's words. "Damage to you or to me? If it's for you, then... I guess I can do without it. If it's about me, then I really don't give a shit." He chuckled, gently placing a hand on the other's chest, lightly brushing his fingers over the fabric of his shirt. While Michael was quiet, he'd been thinking about how to deal with the sex and the damage done to his body from it. "Say... I have an idea. You say I need to control myself better when it comes to fucking, right? How about you fuck me once a week, however I ask. And I mean, however I ask, with absolutely no questions asked." He spoke, moving his hand to the doll's hip instead. "And all of the other times, we just leave my ass alone. Blowjobs won't hurt my ass, not will you riding me. Or we can do something fun with toys, except for dildos and vibrators... You get what I'm saying?"

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Michael was quite surprised hearing what Ethan said, perhaps even more so than when he talked about killing and stealing. But as soon as the shock passed Michael was over joyed, and hugged Rasniel tight in his arms saying: "Yes I do! That would be wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" He then looked Ethan in the eye and smiled happily: "I'm really glad that you'd take more care of yourself. Even though you said you don't care much about yourself but I DO, very, very much."

 

Michael closed his eyes and sighed in relief, and he was relieved indeed. Not only because Ethan had agreed to limit his excess, but also because of fear for himself. If he was to create and attach those tentacles, he would have to detach some of his own parts to give room to the tentacles, and the mere thought of being taken apart was frightening. Not to mention those tentacles were never part of his original design, and god knows whether he could control them so it won't harm Ethan or not. Thankfully Ethan was convinced not letting him try, and it's no matter, since Michael would make sure Ethan still enjoy him without the help of tentacles.

 

He opened his eyes and looked at Ethan, with a renewed resolve to serve Ethan to the best of his abilities, and asked: "So Ethan, it's already quite late. Ready to actually eat something with nutritional value?"

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Ethan laughed quietly when he was hugged, gladly hugging back, holding the doll tightly for a while. "I'm glad you're happy." He smiled widely, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He could live with getting his brains fucked out of him once a week... And he supposed he could live without tentacles, although he really wanted to know what they'd feel like. Even if Michael's tongue could become really long, it wasn't enough.

 

"Or maybe you could make something else with tentacles? Something you could maybe attach to yourself and control... Or is this too much fantasy?" Ethan asked sheepishly, gently stroking the doll's hair. When asked if he would like to eat, the man nodded, lightly keeping a hand on his hip. "Maybe some pasta with cheese. Just keep it simple!" He smiled widely, slowly sitting up. He could draw a bit while the food was made...

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"Well, if I'm going to get tentacles I'll have to make them. But like I said, I've never done that kind of things before and it could be dangerous for both you and me... So... pasta right? I'll get right on it!" Michael got up and kissed on Ethan's forehead briefly before he hopped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. He took a glimpse at Ethan and saw him beginning to draw, and was relieved that Ethan didn't seem too upset about not having the tentacles stuff.

 

Michael began to boil the water while he prepared the veggies that would go with the pasta: mushrooms, tomatoes, cilantro, and such. Once the noodle was finished he mixed it up with all the veggie, some olive oil, and several kinds of cheese. He took a fork and the plate back to the living room where Ethan was. "Here comes dinner." Michale smiled as he set the plate on the table.

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Ethan smiled, nodding lightly as he watched the doll walk off. He wasn't too upset about not getting the tentacles, but he was a little bit upset. Honestly, those would be a real dream-come true for him. He was willing to do pretty much anything to get to experience that at least once... There were so many possibilities with them. God, he'd even had the pleasure of animating tentacles, although that was only once. Tentacles could lift up a person, could please him from every side - go into his ass, into his urethra, swallow up his cock, go into his mouth, play with his nipples, spank him... It was like all he ever wanted from sex combined into one perfection.

 

While waiting for Michael to come back with the food, Ethan managed to draw the first few frames for his animation, setting the tablet down as he saw the doll coming back. Blinking at what was placed in front of him, the man shook his head with a sigh. "Seriously, Michael, listen to what I ask for..." He complained lightly, taking the plate nevertheless. "I asked for just cheese, you've got to calm down a bit. I mean, this looks good, but simple food has always been and will always be the best." He said, taking some of the pasta and stuffing it into his mouth.

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Michael chuckled and said: "It is simple! I don't know how much simpler I can get while still give you all the nutrients you need. You know what, I think I have an idea on how were you living before you got me, just take out all the time right? Well you got me now and I'll make sure all your meals are as healthy and delicious as possible. Except when you're filled up by cum of course."

 

Michael sat beside Ethan and leaned on him lightly, doing nothing in particular but watching him eat. After a short while he asked: "Come to think of it, I know really little about you. For example, I've never heard you mentioning about your family, I assume you have one right? How's your parents? Do you have any siblings? Other relatives? What about your friends? Do you have anyone that's really close?"

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Ethan rolled his eyes, a bit ticked off by the assumption. "No, I didn't just eat take out. I hate it when you assume things like that about me... Like I have no idea how to live without you." The man mumbled, a bit of irritation rising in him. "I don't even like boiled vegetables, they taste gross." He was beginning to sound like a child at a dinner table, dissatisfied that he didn't get the meal the way he liked. Although, since the doll himself didn't eat, it was understandable that he wanted to get food he liked and asked for. "Michael, don't add anything to my food order, okay? Pasta with cheese is pasta with cheese, not pasta with cheese and vegetables."

 

As Michael began asking about his parents and other people close to him, Ethan's fingers trembled slightly. "I don't want to talk about my family." He said quietly, turning away from the doll. "As for friends, I don't have any here. I just moved." He added, showing clear unhappiness and general irritation when asked to speak about such things. In the end, he just fell silent, eating the pasta in silence. He left most of the veggies alone, only eating the mushrooms.

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"Alright alright, no improvising from now on." Michael chuckled seeing Ethan's reaction. It amazed Michael how many sides did Etham have, the side of the artist, the side of the insatiable slut, and now the side of a stubborn child,and wondered how much more is Ethan hiding under. He wanted to know all there was to know about him.

 

Therefore when Ethan refused to tell him about hia parenta he was slightly disappointed. But at the same time he could tell the relationship between him and his parents must be a touchy subject for him. He wished to be someone Ethan could open up to, but it seemed it would take a while longer.

 

As Ethan continued with the pasta Michael began to notice he left the vegetables untouched. At first he thought Ethan was leaving them for later but soon realized that wasn't the case. "Okay, so I take you don't like boiled veggies? Alright fine I'll try to make vegetables in a different way from now on. That being said, you still need your daily fiber.....How about I feed them to you? Mouth to mouth if you like?"

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Ethan huffed softly when Michael promised no more improvising. He sure hoped so... The doll seemed to have a really bad idea about what he liked and not when it came to food. In general, he didn't quite seem to understand food like he did. After all, dolls didn't need to eat... That was probably the cause for their clashing opinions.

 

When he was offered to be fed the vegetables, Ethan scrunched up his nose, shaking his head. "No way in hell. I can just eat a few apples or something, but those are not getting anywhere near my mouth." He scowled at the vegetables, glaring at them like a real child. Perhaps he was acting a bit too childishly, but he really, really hated boiled vegetables. Leaning against the couch, Ethan took his tablet, glancing over at the doll. "Besides, I've survived for so long without you monitoring my meals. My body knows when I lack something, that's when I get.. Cravings, I guess. Like, for orange juice, or corn, or something like that. I'm not stupid... I don't ignore what my body tells me." He huffed softly, making himself comfortable on the couch to draw.

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"As you wish. I'll just throw these away." Michale smiled weakly, not wanting to argue with Ethan anyfurther. He picked up the plate and walked towards the kitchen while asking: "So you hate boiled vegetable, how about stir fry? Are those any better for you?" It seems that his master is indeed different from any of his previous masers when it comes to food, a less refined palate, for a lack of a better word. Or are people nowadays all like this? Satisfied with just the simplest, dullest food?

 

Michael disposed the vegetables and returned to Ethan's side. He sat beside him and just watched Ethan work with a slight smile on his face.

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Ethan huffed softly, pulling one leg to himself to keep the tablet comfortable. "Stir fry is better, though fresh vegetables are the best. Except for corn, that's good boiled." He spoke, leaning against Michael the slightest bit when he got back, only their shoulders touching. He found the position to be extremely comfortable... The man really got into whatever he was doing on the tablet, forgetting about the time until he realized it had gotten dark. Looking around with a confused expression, Ethan let out a quiet sigh. "Damn..." He murmured softly, looking over at Michael. It was nearly half past eleven by now. He really should be getting ready to sleep.

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Michael stayed by Ethan's side quietly for hours. To him such silence wasn't unpleasant, but actually quite enjoyable. He especially enjoyed looking at Ethan's expression as he concentrated on work, and figured since he was working he shouldn't disturb him by reminding him of the time.

 

Time passed quickly and when Ethan finally took a break from his work it was already quite late into the night. "It has been a long day for you. Feel like going to sleep? Or do you want some snack first?"

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Ethan yawned, stretching his arms out above his head. "I'm not hungry anymore." He said with a small smile, putting the tablet away. As he stood up, the man sighed in delight, feeling the soreness in his ass. "I'm going to try and go to work tomorrow..." He sighed out, beginning to walk to the bathroom. "Have to get there by nine. If you could make breakfast at eight, it would be perfect." The man smiled, looking back at the doll before disappearing into the bathroom.

 

Emerging from it half an hour later, Ethan walked straight to the bedroom. He couldn't wait to snuggle up next to Michael and fall asleep... What could be better than that, after a day has passed?

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Michael followed Ethan into the bedroom and waited until Ethan got into the bed first. He then climbed up the bed and crawled beside Ethan. "Goodnight Ethan." he smiled gently as he closed his eyes, while still aware of every little detail coming from Ethan he allowed himself some sleep, shutting down part of his awareness towards the outside world and focused on himself, checking if all of the internal mechanisms were working properly, and was satisfied knowing everything was in prime condition: thanks to the "supply" he collected at that night.

 

The next morning Michael woke up around 7. He carefully moved away from Ethan not wanting to disturb his sleep, and slipped out of the bedroom to make breakfast for Ethan. Scrambled eggs, bacon, salad, toast, some fruits, and some orange juice. He took out some butter and jam and put on the side so Ethan could use them as he pleases. When he finished with cooking there was still some time, and he went back to Ethan's room and laid back at the spot beside Ethan. He knew Ethan had set a alarm on his phone so he didn't bother to wake Ethan up himself. That being said he still wanted to make him the first thing came to Ethan's eyes when he wake up and give him a morning kiss.

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Ethan seemed to have woken up for a few moments when Michael got out of bed, but went back to sleep just as quickly. Rolling to his other side, the man gladly slept through the next hour, only waking up when his alarm began ringing at 7:45. He turned it off without opening his eyes, tearing his eyelids open a few seconds later, a soft smile blooming on his face at the sight of the doll. Leaning closer, he gladly pressed a kiss to his lips in a sleepy manner. "Morning..." He murmured lazily, stretching his body out a bit, barely awake. "Breakfast... Can you bring it here?.." He asked with a wide yawn, rubbing at his eye sleepily. He didn't even feel awake yet.

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Michael smiled feeling the softness of Ethan's lips pressed against his own: ”Good morning Ethan." he said gently and looked at Ethan gradually awake from his slumber, which looked adorable in Michael's eyes. He nodded and kissed Ethan gently on the cheek before getting up from the bed and said: "I'll be right back."

 

He went to the kitchen and pressed on the coffee machine, meanwhile he loaded all the food and later the coffee on the tray and carried it into the bedroom. He put the tray carefully on the bed. "Time for breakfast." he smiled.

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Ethan could never get up easily in mornings. By the time Michael came back, the man had barely managed to sit up, rubbing his face sleepily. Pulling his hands away from his face, he managed to smile, immediately taking the cup of coffee to wake himself up a bit. Shaking his head from the caffeine, Ethan let out a satisfied sigh and began eating. It seemed this time he had no complaints about the food, at least. Once he was full, he let himself lean back against the pillow, patting his stomach with a satisfied expression. "This was nice... Thank you." He smiled softly, tugging the doll closer to himself for another kiss.

 

"I don't know when I'll get back today, either..." He sighed, stretching his arms out again before slowly getting out of bed to dress up. "Can you make some salad, so I can eat something when I'm back? Maybe... Oh, the bread and peas one, you know that?"

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"You're welcomed." Michael answered. Seeing Ethan satisfied also brought a smile on his own face, and the kiss which followed was also very satisfying. He was slightly displeased hearing Ethan would be late again, but he wished Ethan to succeed in his pursuits so he didn't show his dissatisfaction.

 

"Hmm... bread and peas salad? You'll need to be more specific than that... there's a million ways bread and peas can go together." Michael answered as he helped Ethan to get dressed.