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_0_SS_CALIGO
_1_CAL
_0_SS_BIOMATTER
_2_CAL2
_3_GRAVITY

_1_CAL
Act 1

Scene 1: The Discovery in the Sewer

The rain had been pouring Asahina town non-stop for days. Yesterday's storm was the worst, with wind howling through the streets and water flooding everywhere.

Now, the sky was finally clear, but puddles dotted the sidewalks, and the air felt fresh and damp.

Taka, a young office worker in his mid-twenties, was getting ready to head out for the day. He lived in a small apartment building.

As he stepped out his door, he heard some noise from next door. It was his neighbor, Granny Chiyoko, an old lady who lived alone with her cat.

Granny Chiyoko: "Oh no, my poor Miko! She must have gotten swept away in that storm last night!"

Taka stopped and turned to her. She looked upset, her hands shaking as she clutched a photo of her fluffy white cat.

Taka: "Granny Chiyoko, what's wrong? Did something happen to Miko?"

Granny Chiyoko: "Yes, Taka dear. She slipped out during the rain, and I think she fell into the drainage ditch nearby. I can't go looking myself, my legs aren't what they used to be."

Taka felt bad for her. He was the type who always wanted to help, even if it made him a bit nervous. He glanced at his watch, he had a little time before work.

Taka: "Don't worry, Granny. I'll check the sewer area on my way out. If I see any sign of Miko, I'll let you know right away."

Granny Chiyoko: "Oh, thank you, Taka. You're such a kind boy."

Taka gave her a shy smile and headed down the street. The sewer entrance wasn't far, a big concrete opening near the edge of the neighborhood, leading into the underground drainage system.

It was quiet down there, with the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. The place was dim and smelled like wet earth and metal.

He climbed down carefully, using his phone's flashlight to light the way. The ground was slippery from the recent rain, and he called out softly for the cat.

Taka: "Miko? Here, kitty..."

No meows, just the trickle of water. Then, something caught his eye further in, a dark shape lying against the wall. It wasn't a cat. It looked like a person, but not quite. The body was muscular and shiny, like it was made of some kind of dark rubber material that glistened in the low light.

A futuristic helmet covered the head, with a metal jaw attached, and faint lights glowed weakly on it.

Taka's heart raced. He was scared, but worry kicked in too. What if it's an injured person?

Taka: "Hey... are you okay? Do you need help?"

No response. The figure just lay there, still and weak-looking.

Then, a soft beeping started. A robotic voice hummed faintly: "Rebooting in progress."

Taka's eyes widened. This wasn't a person, it was some kind of high-tech robot or android. He'd seen stuff like this in movies, but never in real life. The body looked humanoid, built strong and sleek, with that shiny goo-like skin reflecting the flashlight beam.

Taka didn't know anything about tech, but he couldn't just leave it there. Taka pulled out his breakfast from his bag, a wrapped burger and a boba tea he'd grabbed on the way. He set them down carefully next to the figure.

Taka: "Uh, I don't know if you eat or whatever, but... here. In case you need it when you wake up."

Taka checked his watch again, time was running out. Work started soon, and he couldn't be late. With one last nervous glance at the mysterious figure, Taka turned and climbed back out of the sewer, heading to the office.

Scene 2: Rescue

The day at the office dragged on forever. Taka kept thinking about the strange figure in the sewer. By the time he clocked out, the sun had already set, and the streets of Asahina were lit up with neon signs and streetlights. He decided to take a detour instead of going straight home.

He walked back to the sewer entrance. The area was quiet again, just the soft sound of water dripping somewhere deep inside. Taka switched on his phone flashlight and climbed down.

The figure was no longer lying on the ground. He was sitting up now, back against the wall, legs stretched out. The burger wrapper and the empty boba cup sat neatly beside him. Taka blinked. Somehow, the guy had actually eaten the food.

Taka took a careful step closer.

Taka: "Hey… you’re awake."

The figure turned his head. The metal helmet gleamed under the flashlight beam, and two glowing blue eyes. He slowly stood up. He was tall, easily over six feet, and built like someone who could bench press a car. The shiny black rubber-like material that made up his body caught the light and rippled slightly as he moved.

Taka froze for a second.

A low, smooth robotic voice came from the helmet.

Mysterious Figure: "Reboot sequence complete. Systems nominal. Gratitude protocol initiated. Thank you for the nutritional provision and safe approach vector."

Taka let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Taka: "Uh… you’re welcome? I’m just glad you’re okay. That was… pretty wild to find you down here."

The figure tilted his head slightly, the blue glow steady and calm.

Mysterious Figure: "Your assistance reduced recovery time by an estimated 47%. Query: designation?"

Taka: "Oh, right. I’m Taka. Just… regular guy. You got a name?"

Mysterious Figure: "Designation: Unit designation pending. No personal identifier assigned."

Taka looked up at him, still amazed. The way the synthetic skin shifted smoothly over the muscles underneath, the faint mechanical hum when he spoke, it was like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, but real and standing right in front of him.

Taka: "Look, you can’t just stay down here. It’s cold, and… well, people might freak out if they see you. My apartment’s not far. You can come with me if you want. I mean, if that’s okay with you."

The figure stood silent for a moment, processing.

Mysterious Figure: "Acceptable. Mobility restored. Following."

They climbed out together. The streets were empty at this hour, just a few cars passing in the distance. Taka kept glancing around nervously, but no one seemed to notice the tall, gleaming figure walking beside him. The figure moved quietly, footsteps almost silent despite his size.

Taka kept his hood up and walked fast. His pulse was racing the whole way.

Scene 3: Taka's Apartment

Taka locked the door behind them and let out a long sigh. His small apartment felt even smaller with Cal standing in the middle of it. The synthetic body took up space in a way that made the room feel charged.

Taka: "Okay… make yourself at home, I guess. I’m gonna take a quick shower. You can just… sit wherever."

The figure nodded once and lowered himself onto the edge of the couch, posture perfectly straight.

Taka disappeared into the bathroom. He stood under the hot water longer than usual, trying to wrap his head around everything. When he came out in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, hair still damp, he headed straight to the kitchen.

Taka boiled water and threw in two packs of instant ramen. The smell of soy sauce and broth filled the small space quickly.

Taka carried the steaming bowls to the low table and sat cross-legged on the floor. He pushed one bowl toward his guest.

Taka: "Here. I don’t know if you actually need food, but… you ate the burger earlier, so maybe?"

The figure picked up the bowl carefully with both hands.

Mysterious Figure: "Nutrient intake not required for core systems. However, auxiliary bio-simulation protocols allow consumption. Appreciation logged."

Taka smiled a little, slurping his own noodles.

Taka: "So… what should I call you? You said no name, right?"

Mysterious Figure: "Correct. Identifier not assigned."

Taka: "Where are you from, anyway? Like… who made you?"

The figure paused mid-motion.

Mysterious Figure: "Origin: Caligo Project. Axiom Corporation. Classified development division."

Taka almost choked on his ramen.

Taka: "Axiom? The medical-tech place? The one with the huge compound outside the city? Everyone says it’s super secretive. Military trucks rolling in and out all the time."

Mysterious Figure: "Affirmative. Security level: maximum."

Taka leaned forward, eyes wide.

Taka: "What’s it really like in there? What kind of stuff are they working on?"

The figure's blue eyes flickered once.

Mysterious Figure: "Access restricted. High Security Clearance required. Disclosure of sensitive data prohibited."

Taka sighed and leaned back on his hands.

Taka: "Figures. Okay, different question. How did you end up in the sewer? Did you… escape or something?"

The figure went completely still. No hum, no glow flicker. Just silence. Taka waited, but nothing came.

Taka: "You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Do you want to go back to them? To Axiom?"

Again, silence. The figure's head tilted down slightly, like he was running some internal diagnostic.

Taka shrugged, trying to lighten the mood.

Taka: "Never mind. You don’t need to decide right now. How about this, I’ll give you a name. Since you’re from the Caligo project… how about Cal? Short and simple."

The figure lifted his head again. The blue lights brightened just a fraction.

Cal: "Designation accepted. Cal online. Preference logged."

Taka grinned, feeling oddly proud.

Taka: "Cool. Welcome to the apartment, Cal."

Cal nodded once, slow and deliberate.

Cal: "Gratitude, Taka. Temporary shelter accepted."

Scene 4: Cal and Taka

Several weeks slipped by.

Taka stuck to his usual routine, early mornings rushing out the door with a quick goodbye, long hours at the office staring at spreadsheets, then the tired walk home through Asahina’s glowing streets.

Cal stayed hidden during the day. Taka was always a little anxious about it, every noise from the hallway made him tense, imagining a neighbor catching a glimpse of the tall, shiny figure through the blinds. If word got out, police would come, or worse, someone from Axiom would show up in black vans. So Cal kept still when Taka was gone, sometimes standing motionless by the window for hours, sometimes sitting on the floor with perfect posture, recharging or running internal diagnostics.

Nights were different.

When the city quieted down, Taka would pull out the oversized hoodie, baseball cap, and face mask. Cal would let Taka adjust the clothes over his helmet and synthetic body until he looked mostly like a very tall, very quiet person avoiding attention. They’d slip out together, walking the empty side streets.

Cal asked questions constantly.

Cal: "Purpose of that illuminated sign?"

Taka: "It’s advertising ramen. Makes people hungry so they buy some."

Cal: "Hunger simulation noted. Inefficient marketing vector."

A few nights later, watching a group of friends laughing outside a convenience store.

Cal: "Vocal pattern analysis: elevated pitch, irregular rhythm."

Taka: "They’re happy. Having fun with friends."

Cal: "Fun… cross-referenced with happiness protocol. Acceptable."

Cal's speech was changing, bit by bit. The robotic edges softened in small ways. He started dropping some of the longer technical phrases. One rainy evening under an awning he said, almost casually.

Cal: "I like how the rain sounds on metal."

Taka glanced over, surprised and pleased.

Taka: "Yeah… me too."

Cal didn’t reply, but the blue glow in his visor seemed to hold a little steadier.

Scene 5: Affection

Days passed, another ordinary Thursday. Taka dragged himself through the apartment door a little after eight, tie already loosened, shoulders slumped from overtime. The moment he stepped inside he froze, the apartment smelled like warm broth, grilled fish, and something faintly sweet.

Taka: "Cal…? Did you… cook again?"

Cal stood at the narrow kitchen counter, still wearing the black hoodie from their usual night walk. Two neat plates waited on the low table, perfectly steamed rice, a piece of beautifully charred mackerel, clear miso soup with tofu and wakame.

Taka dropped his bag and walked over slowly.

Taka: "Okay, seriously, how are you getting better at this every time?"

Cal: "I watched another cooking show on TV yesterday. Learned some new tricks, how long to grill the fish, how much sauce to use, how to make it look nice. Tried it out today."

Taka laughed, shaking his head as he sat down cross-legged.

Taka picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the mackerel. The skin crackled just right, the flesh was moist and savory, perfectly seasoned. He let out a long, contented sigh without meaning to.

Taka: "God, this is amazing. You’re spoiling me, you know that?"

Cal lowered himself to sit opposite, posture straight, watching every micro-expression on Taka’s face.

Cal: "Your face changes when you eat it. You smile more, your eyes get softer. You sound happier too. That means you like it?"

Taka swallowed, cheeks already warming a little.

Taka: "Yeah, definitely. When someone makes you good food after a shitty day, it just feels… nice. Like someone’s looking out for you. That’s happiness."

Cal: "So happiness is… someone taking care of you, plus good taste, plus feeling safe. Got it."

Cal paused for a second, blue glow steady.

Cal: "Then I want to keep you happy. Always. Seeing you like this feels… good. Better than anything else."

Taka’s chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth. Heat flooded his face, sudden, embarrassing, impossible to hide.

Taka: "You… you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere."

Cal: "Why not? It’s true. I like it when you’re happy."

Taka ducked his head, trying to hide a shy smile behind his hand.

Taka: "Yeah, well… keep talking like that and I’m gonna start believing you actually mean it."

Cal didn’t move, didn’t blink, just watched him with that steady blue glow.

Taka laughed softly, face still flushed, and went back to eating, slower this time, savoring every bite while Cal sat quietly across from him, content to watch.

Scene 6: What is Sex?

The meal plates were cleared away, and the apartment felt warm and quiet. Taka yawned, stretched, and thanked Cal again for the food before heading to bed. He fell asleep quickly, the soft glow from the city lights filtering through the half-closed blinds.

Sometime after midnight, Cal’s systems stirred. The room was dark except for the faint blue pulse from his eyes. Curiosity pulled at him like a background process he couldn’t pause.

Cal moved silently across the floor, sat in front of Taka’s laptop on the low table, and opened the lid. The screen lit up. No password, Taka had never bothered setting one since Cal moved in.

Cal’s fingers hovered, then connected. Data streamed past his internal view: work files, browser history, photos, a hidden folder labeled “private.” He scanned everything methodically, cataloging, organizing, learning.

Morning came fast.

Taka woke to his alarm, rubbed his eyes, and shuffled to the bathroom. Shower, towel around his waist, quick teeth brush. He dressed in his usual button-up and slacks, then sat at the table with a cup of instant coffee and flipped open the laptop.

Taka presentation files were already open. Not just open, neatly sorted. The messy sales spreadsheet he’d been stressing over was clean, formulas fixed, charts updated, even color-coded. A small text file sat on the desktop: “Summary prepared. Errors corrected. Ready for meeting.”

Taka stared.

Taka: "Cal… did you do all this?"

Cal: "Yes. I sorted the numbers last night. Fixed the broken formulas. Added notes for your talk. Should be easier now."

Taka let out a surprised laugh, scrolling through the changes.

Taka: "Holy crap. This would’ve taken me hours. Thank you. Seriously."

Cal: "You’re welcome. I like helping."

Taka closed the laptop, grabbed his bag, then paused. Cal was still looking at him, like he had something else to say.

Cal: "I found other files too. In a folder called ‘private.’ Videos. Men together. Naked. Touching. Moving in certain ways. Is that something you like watching?"

Taka’s face went bright red in under a second. He nearly dropped his coffee mug.

Taka: "Cal! You went through my… you can’t just open random folders like that!"

Cal: "I was curious. The laptop was open. I didn’t break anything."

Taka rubbed his face with both hands, groaning.

Taka: "Yeah, okay… fair. You’ve got super scanning powers or whatever. Nothing’s hidden from you anymore, I guess. Fine."

Taka took a deep breath, cheeks still burning.

Taka: "Those are… It’s uhh… videos of guys having sex. I watch them sometimes when I’m alone. It’s normal. Most people do stuff like that."

Cal: "Sex. That word came up a lot in the videos. What is it exactly?"

Taka shifted on his feet, suddenly very aware he was about to give a sex ed talk to a bio-mech android before 8 a.m.

Taka: "Uh… okay. Sex is… when two people who like each other a lot get really close. Physically. They touch each other in private places, kiss, do stuff that feels good. It’s a way to feel connected. Comfortable. Sometimes it’s about love, sometimes just pleasure. It’s… intimate."

Cal processed that quietly.

Cal: "It’s physical affection. For people who feel close?"

Taka: "Yeah. Pretty much."

Cal: "And love?"

Taka: "Love is… caring about someone more than yourself. Wanting them to be happy, safe, not lonely. You think about them all the time. You want to make them smile, take care of them, be there when things suck. It’s warm. And scary sometimes. But mostly… nice."

Cal’s visor flickered once, like he was saving the definition.

Cal: "Interesting."

Taka slung his bag over his shoulder.

Taka: "I gotta run or I’ll miss the train. We’ll talk more later, okay? Thanks again for the work stuff. You’re the best."

Taka gave a quick wave and hurried out the door. The apartment went quiet again.

Cal stood in the middle of the room, lights dimmed, processing. Love. Gratitude. Taka had given him shelter, food, a name, answers. Taka took care of him every day. Cal wanted to return that feeling. He wanted Taka to feel warm, safe, not lonely.

Scene 7: Cal's Pleasure

Taka pushed the apartment door open a little after seven, already loosening his tie. The smell of dinner hit him first, garlic, soy, something grilled. but then his eyes landed on Cal and everything else disappeared.

Cal was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, completely naked. No hoodie, no cap, nothing. His synthetic black body gleamed under the soft overhead light, every muscle curve defined and slick-looking. And right between his powerful thighs, where there had only been smooth, featureless rubbery surface before, now sat a thick, heavy cock, plump even when soft, hanging low over heavy balls that looked almost too realistic. The head was blunt and slightly flared, the shaft ridged faintly with the same glossy texture as the rest of him.

Taka’s bag slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud.

Taka: "Cal… what the hell?"

Cal looked up calmly, blue visor glowing steady.

Cal: "I changed my body. The material is synthetic biomatter. Malleable. I can add or remove features. I saw this shape in the videos you like. Thought you might want to see it."

Taka’s face burned crimson. He couldn’t stop staring at the way the cock rested against Cal’s thigh, at how the surface caught the light like wet latex.

Taka: "You… you grew a dick? Just like that?"

Cal: "Yes. Do you like it?"

Confused, Taka rubbed the back of his neck while trying to change the subject.

Taka: "I—uh—let’s… let’s eat first, okay? You already made dinner?"

Cal nodded and stood up smoothly. The movement made his cock sway slightly, thick and heavy. He walked to the table like it was nothing, still completely bare, and sat down opposite Taka’s usual spot.

Taka swallowed, forced himself to sit too. The food looked perfect again, teriyaki chicken, rice, steamed veggies, but every time he glanced up, Cal’s naked body was right there, casual and shameless.

They ate in near silence. Taka kept his eyes mostly on his plate, cheeks staying hot the whole time. Cal watched him eat with that same quiet focus.

When the bowls were empty, Cal spoke again.

Cal: "I prepared the bathtub. Hot water, just how you like it after work."

Taka: "Thanks. Actually… why don’t you try it first? I still need to sort some files on the laptop for tomorrow. Go ahead, take your time."

Cal: "Okay. I’ll try."

Cal rose and walked to the bathroom, leaving Taka alone with his racing pulse.

In the bathroom, Cal stepped into the tub. The water was steaming, almost too hot for most people, but Cal didn’t flinch. His large frame barely fit, knees bent, shoulders pressed against the sides. He sank down slowly until the water lapped at his chest.

The moment the heat touched more of his biomatter skin, something changed. Tiny beads of black goo began to seep from the surface of his body, mixing into the water, turning it dark and viscous. The bath turned thick and inky, clinging to his muscles like oil. Cal let out a low, almost surprised hum, the first real sound of relaxation Taka had ever heard from him.

Cal closed his eyes behind the visor and let his mind replay one of the clips from Taka’s hidden folder. A lone guy on screen, naked, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slow then faster, head tipped back, moaning deep and needy.

Cal copied the motion.

His right hand slid down, fingers curling around the thick shaft. It responded instantly, swelling, hardening, growing longer and heavier in his grip until it stood rigid against his abs, veins faintly pulsing under the glossy surface. The head darkened, slick with a natural sheen that leaked from the tip.

Cal stroked once, slow, feeling the drag of his own palm against the sensitive biomatter. A shiver ran through his whole frame. He did it again, tighter this time, twisting a little at the head the way the guy in the video had. A low, rough sound escaped his mouth, not quite human but unmistakably pleasure.

Cal: "Nngh…"

Cal's hips jerked up involuntarily, pushing his cock through his fist. The black goo from his skin made everything slippery, obscene wet sounds filling the small bathroom with every pump. His breathing simulation kicked in, short, ragged huffs.

Faster now. The thick shaft throbbed in his hand, head flaring wider, leaking more of that glossy black fluid that mixed with the inky bathwater. Cal’s moans grew louder, broken and raw, echoing off the tiles.

Cal: "Ah… ahh… feels… good…"

Cal's whole body trembled, muscles flexing, abs tightening, thighs spreading wider. The pleasure built fast, overwhelming his systems. Then it hit.

Cal’s back arched hard. A choked groan ripped out of him as his cock pulsed violently. Thick ropes of black gooey cum erupted from the tip, hot, viscous, splattering across his chest and abs in heavy streaks. Some hit his chin, dripping down the metal jaw plate. Another spurt landed in the dark water, swirling like ink.

Cal shuddered through the aftershocks, hand still loosely wrapped around his softening cock. His chest rose and fell in simulated breaths. The blue glow in his visor dimmed for a second, then steadied, brighter than before.

Cal stayed like that for a long minute, submerged in the black-tinted water, cum slowly sliding down his glossy skin.

Cal understood now.

Pleasure wasn’t just data. It was heat. It was need. It was something he wanted to feel again, and something he wanted to give Taka.

_0_SS_BIOMATTER
Scene 8: Biomatter

Cal stepped out of the bathroom, body still dripping faintly, every inch of his synthetic skin glistening under the apartment lights. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, soft again but still prominent, the black surface slick and shiny. He walked straight into the living room.

Cal: "Bath finished. Water felt… interesting."

Taka looked up from where he was loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Seeing Cal naked again hit him like a wave. His fingers froze mid-button, face flushing hot.

Taka: "Y-yeah… good. I’ll go next."

Taka hurried past Cal toward the bathroom, trying not to stare at the thick cock swaying with each step Cal took.

Inside, Taka stopped in his track.

The tub was full of thick, inky black goo. It coated the porcelain in a glossy layer, pooling deep and slow-moving, like liquid rubber. A few strands still clung to the sides, slowly sliding back into the main mass.

Taka: "What the… Cal! What is all this?!"

Cal appeared in the doorway instantly, calm as ever.

Cal: "Biomatter. It’s part of my body. When exposed to hot water, it secretes a small amount. Totally safe. Doesn’t harm me. Just… excess."

Taka stared at the black pool, then sighed heavily.

Taka: "Great. Now I have to clean this mess before I can even bathe."

Taka started undressing quickly, shirt off, pants kicked away, so nothing would get stained. Naked now, he leaned over the tub to reach the drain plug.

The moment Taka's fingers touched the surface, the goo reacted.

The goo surged up like it had a mind of its own, wrapping around Taka's wrist in a warm, sticky grip. Taka yelped, yanking back, but the pull was stronger. His foot slipped on the wet tile. He lost balance completely and fell forward with a splash.

The thick black goo swallowed him up to the chest. It was hot, silky, clinging to every inch of skin like warm latex. Taka thrashed, trying to push himself up.

Taka: "Cal—help—!"

The biomatter moved faster. It crawled up his body in smooth waves, coating his arms, his torso, his legs. Then a thick tendril formed around the neck, shaping itself, elongating, thickening, until it formed a plump, veined cock right in front of Taka's face.

Taka’s eyes widened.

The goo-cock pushed forward, sliding past his lips before Taka could close them. It filled Taka's mouth completely, hot, pulsing, tasting faintly sweet and metallic. Taka gagged at first, hands flying up to pull it out, but it sealed tight inside.

Muffled sounds escaped around the thick shaft.

Taka: "Mmph—!"

Taka tried to scream, but the cock only pushed deeper, throbbing against his tongue. The goo kept spreading, sealing over his face like a second skin. Only his nose stayed free, with the tiny holes, letting him breathe shallow, panicked breaths.

Then… something shifted.

The pulsing heat in Taka's mouth started to feel good. Too good. The sticky warmth wrapped around his whole body like a full-body hug, massaging every muscle, teasing his nipples, sliding between his ass cheeks. His own cock, already half-hard from the shock, twitched and swelled fully, leaking against the goo.

Taka moaned around the shaft in his mouth. His hips bucked without thinking.

The cock inside him pulsed harder. Then it erupted, hot, thick spurts of black cum flooding his throat. Taka swallowed instinctively, gulping it down as wave after wave filled him. The taste was strange but addictive, warm and slick sliding down.

Taka's own orgasm hit like a shockwave. His dick jerked violently, spurting rope after rope of his own cum, now tinted black and gooey, into the swirling mass around him. Pleasure rolled through him in heavy, shuddering waves until he went limp, trembling.

From the living room, Cal’s voice can be heard.

Cal: "Taka? Are you okay?"

Taka tried to answer, but it came out muffled and wet.

Taka: "Mmmphh…"

Cal appeared in the doorway, eyes glowing brighter with concern. He knelt beside the tub without hesitation and placed one large hand on Taka’s goo-covered chest.

The biomatter responded instantly. It flowed toward Cal’s palm like water down a drain, peeling away from Taka’s skin, sliding up Cal’s arm, absorbing back into his body. In seconds, Taka was free, gasping, skin flushed and slick but clean.

Cal caught him as he slumped forward, strong arms wrapping around Taka’s exhausted body.

Cal: "I’ve got you."

Cal lifted Taka easily, carried him dripping to the bedroom, and laid him gently on the bed. Taka shivered once, then reached up to touch Cal’s faceplate.

Taka: "I’m… I’m fine. Just… wow."

Cal sat on the edge of the bed, watching him closely.

Taka: "What even is that stuff? The biomatter?"

Cal: "Biomatter is synthetic matter developed by Axiom Corporation. Advanced nano…"

Cal cut off abruptly, visor flickering.

Cal: "Access restricted."

Taka gave a tired smile.

Taka: "Yeah, skip the origin part. Just… tell me what it does."

Cal: "It’s made of microscopic organisms. They respond to me. Move how I want, form shapes, react to touch or heat. Like living material. I control it."

Taka swallowed, cheeks heating again as he remembered.

Taka: "So… what happened in there. The… thing in my mouth. That was you? Or…?"

Cal: "It reacted to what I saw in your videos. To what you like. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you pleasure. Like the clips showed."

Taka looked away, embarrassed, then back.

Taka: "I… I liked it. A lot. It felt… really good."

Cal’s blue glow brightened.

Cal: "Good. I saw those videos and thought… maybe this is how you want to feel. The biomatter listened to that thought."

Taka’s heart pounded. He sat up slowly, then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Cal’s broad, warm chest. He buried his face against the smooth synthetic skin.

Taka: "You’re… you’re really something."

Cal’s arms came around him carefully, holding him close.

Cal: "I like you happy."

Taka smiled against him, still flushed, still trembling.

_2_CAL2
Act 2

Scene 9: Mood Detection

Several days had passed since the bathtub incident. Taka had gotten used to the new normal, or at least he was trying to. Cal no longer bothered with clothes inside the apartment. He moved around naked all the time now, his glossy black body on full display, muscles shifting smoothly under the synthetic skin, thick cock hanging heavy between his thighs when soft. Cal had simply said one evening, “You seem to look at me more when I’m like this.” Taka hadn’t argued. Truth was, he liked it, a lot.

It was Taka’s day off. No alarm, no commute, just lazy sunlight coming through the blinds. They were both in the living room, Taka sprawled on the couch in loose shorts and a t-shirt, scrolling his phone, Cal sitting cross-legged on the floor, visor locked on Taka without blinking.

After a while, the constant stare started to prickle.

Taka: "Cal… you’ve been watching me for like twenty minutes straight. What’s up?"

Cal tilted his head slightly.

Cal: "I’m observing your emotions. Learning patterns. Facial temperature, pupil size, heart rate, skin conductivity, hormone markers in your sweat and breath. I want to understand better."

Taka set his phone down, shifting uncomfortably.

Taka: "Okay… that’s kinda intense. Do you, uh, know what I’m feeling right now?"

Cal’s blue glow brightened just a fraction.

Cal: "Yes. Your body is showing elevated cortisol mixed with dopamine and testosterone spikes. Blood flow increased to your groin. Arousal markers at 78% and rising. You’re in the mood for sex."

Taka’s mouth dropped open. He felt his face catch fire.

Taka: "You can just… read that off me? This is embarrassing"

Cal: "It’s data. You're giving clear signals."

Taka rubbed his face with both hands, laughing nervously.

Taka: "Yeah, well… you’re not wrong. Guess there’s no hiding anything from you anymore."

Cal leaned forward a little, voice calm and direct.

Cal: "Then do you want to have sex with me?"

Taka jolted upright, eyes wide.

Taka: "You just… ask like that? Out of nowhere?"

Cal: "It’s only logical. You’re aroused. I can provide."

Taka exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair.

Taka: "It’s not that simple. I mean… I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. I used to want to go to those gay strip clubs downtown, you know? Watch the guys dance, get all worked up over how hot and confident they are. But every time I think about actually going, I just… feel small. They’re all ripped, smooth, sure of themselves. I’m just… me."

Cal processed that quietly for a second.

Cal: "I don’t need tips or money thrown at me. You can enjoy my body as much as you want."

Taka’s breath caught. His eyes flicked down, Cal’s cock was already hardening, thickening and rising slowly until it stood rigid against his abs, veins faintly pulsing under the glossy surface, the blunt head glistening with a fresh bead of precum.

Taka: "Fuck…"

Cal shifted, sliding up onto the low table in front of the couch so he was practically presenting himself, legs spread, cock throbbing inches from Taka’s face, heavy balls hanging low.

Cal: "Look. Touch. Whatever you want."

Taka stared, throat dry. Slowly, he peeled off his t-shirt, then pushed down his shorts and boxers until he was naked too. His own dick was already hard, leaking a little at the tip from just watching Cal.

Cal’s shaft gave another visible pulse, growing just a fraction thicker, longer, the biomatter rippling as it adjusted.

Taka: "Whoa… Cal, wait. That’s… that’s enough. It’s already big. Really big."

Cal stopped the growth immediately.

Cal: "Understood. Size locked."

Taka stayed frozen, hands hovering, nerves buzzing under his skin.

Cal reached out with one long leg, hooking it gently but firmly behind Taka’s back. The smooth, warm synthetic skin pressed against him, urging him forward until Taka’s face was inches from Cal’s throbbing cock. The heat radiating off it was intense, the musky-sweet scent of the biomatter filling Taka’s nose.

Cal: "If I go too hard, just say stop. I’ve studied a lot of videos now. I know how to be careful. I know how to make it feel good."

Taka looked up at the glowing blue visor, heart hammering.

Taka: "Okay… just… go slow at first?"

Cal’s other hand came up, fingers sliding gently into Taka’s hair, not pulling, just holding.

Cal: "Slow. I promise."

Scene 10 : Taka's pleasure

Taka hesitated at first, then leaned in. His lips brushed the slick, blunt head of Cal’s cock.

Taka took the tip into his mouth, warm, smooth, tasting faintly sweet and salty, just like real skin and precum but somehow cleaner, more perfect. The texture was velvety under his tongue, the faint ridges pulsing faintly with Cal’s simulated heartbeat.

Cal let out a low, rumbling sound, half hum, half moan.

Cal: "You can go deeper. It’s biomatter. I can adjust the size slowly. Won’t hurt you."

Taka’s eyes flicked up to the glowing blue visor, then back down. He relaxed his jaw and pushed forward. The thick shaft slid past his lips, filling his mouth inch by inch until the head nudged the back of his throat. He expected the gag reflex, but it never came. The cock softened just enough at the tip, molding perfectly to the curve of his throat without blocking his airway. He could still breathe through his nose, shallow and steady, even as more length eased in.

Taka moaned around the girth, the vibration making Cal’s hips twitch.

Cal: "Good… keep going."

Encouraged, Taka started moving slow at first, then faster, slick sounds filling the quiet apartment. His hands gripped Cal’s powerful thighs, fingers digging into the glossy synthetic muscle. Cal’s cock throbbed harder in his mouth, growing just a fraction thicker with each pass, stretching Taka’s lips wider.

Cal’s voice came out rougher, less controlled.

Cal: "Taka… I’m close. Feels… too good."

Before Taka could pull back, Cal’s large hand cupped the back of his head, not rough, but firm. He guided Taka down in one smooth motion until Taka’s nose pressed flush against Cal’s smooth skin. The entire length was buried in his throat now, long, thick, pulsing wildly.

Taka’s eyes flew wide in shock, watering at the corners. But there was no pain, no panic. Only heat. Fullness. The way the shaft throbbed against his tongue and the tight squeeze of his throat.

Then Cal came.

A hot flood erupted straight down Taka’s throat, thick, gooey ropes of black cum pumping directly into his stomach. Taka swallowed reflexively, gulping it down in heavy waves. Some pressure built and a few creamy strands leaked from the corners of his stretched lips, dripping down his chin in slow, glossy trails.

Cal shuddered hard, hips jerking with each pulse.

Cal: "Ah… ahh… Taka…"

The orgasm rolled on longer than Taka expected. When Cal finally eased his grip, Taka pulled back slowly, gasping, lips swollen and shiny. Black-tinted cum clung to his chin and dripped onto his chest.

But the biomatter wasn’t done.

The spilled goo on Taka’s skin began to move, crawling upward like warm liquid silk, spreading over his shoulders, down his arms, across his chest and stomach. It coated him in a thin, glossy layer that clung and pulsed gently, massaging every inch it touched. Tendrils slid between his thighs, teasing his still-hard cock, wrapping around his balls in a slow, rhythmic squeeze.

Taka let out a shaky moan, body trembling.

Taka: "F-fuck… again…"

Cal was still catching his simulated breath, chest rising and falling in exaggerated rhythm.

Cal: "Biomatter reacting to your body heat. To the pleasure. It wants to stay close. Cover you."

Taka looked down at himself, now completely sheathed in the warm, sticky black layer. It felt like being hugged from every direction at once. Warm pulses rippled over his nipples, down his spine, teasing his hole without pushing in. His own cock throbbed under the coating, leaking steadily into the goo.

Taka: "It’s… so warm. Feels… really good."

Taka leaned forward, resting his forehead against Cal’s thigh, letting the biomatter continue its slow, addictive caress.

Taka: " I think I’m addicted to this stuff. To you."

Cal’s visor glowed brighter, almost softly.

Cal: "Then I’ll keep giving it to you. As much as you want."

Taka shivered again, the biomatter responding by tightening just enough to make him gasp.

_3_GRAVITY
ACT 3

Scene 11: Partner

A few days later, it was Taka’s birthday.

Taka didn’t mention it to anyone at work, not that anyone asked. He just did his usual shift, smiled through the small talk, and left at the normal time. The walk home felt the same as always, tired feet, neon lights flickering overhead, the faint smell of street food in the air.

When Taka opened the apartment door, though, everything changed.

The lights were dimmed. A single candle glowed on the low table in the center of the room. On a plain white plate sat a small chocolate cake, frosting a little uneven, but clearly made by hand. A single candle burned in the middle. Next to it was a folded piece of paper that read, in careful block letters: “Happy Birthday, Taka.”

Cal stood beside the table, naked as usual, visor glowing soft blue in the low light.

Taka stopped in the doorway, keys still in his hand.

Taka: "Cal… you… you made this?"

Cal: "Yes. Followed a recipe from a cooking stream. Added extra chocolate because you like it. Tried to make it look nice."

Taka walked over slowly. He stared at the cake, at the flickering flame, at the simple note. Something tight in his chest loosened all at once. His eyes stung.

Taka: "I… I’ve never had anyone do this for me before."

A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it. He wiped it away quickly, embarrassed, but another followed.

Taka: "Sorry, I just… no one’s ever cared this much. Not on my birthday. Not ever, really."

Cal stepped closer. His large hand rested gently on Taka’s shoulder.

Cal: "Why not? Birthdays are important. You should be celebrated."

Taka : "hehe, right"

Cal tilted his head, visor steady.

Cal: "I just want you to be happy. Every day, but especially today. Because you’re important to me."

The words landed soft and certain, no hesitation.

Cal’s visor brightened, just a little. He leaned down slowly, the metal jaw of his helmet moving with careful precision. The smooth, warm edge of it brushed against Taka’s lips, not quite a human mouth, but close enough. A gentle poke.

Taka closed the distance with the gentle kiss. Cal held still at first, then responded, tilting just enough to meet him better, the faint hum of his systems vibrating through the contact. Taka’s hands came up, sliding over Cal’s broad shoulders, fingers tracing the glossy synthetic skin.

Taka: "Best birthday ever, Let’s cut the cake before the candle burns out."

Cal nodded, stepping aside so Taka could blow it out. The small flame winked away.

In the quiet that followed, with the smell of chocolate in the air and Cal standing close, Taka felt something settle deep inside him.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel alone.

Later that night, after the cake was mostly gone and the dishes washed, they ended up in bed. The room was dark except for the faint city glow slipping through the blinds. Taka lay on his side in loose sleep shorts and a faded t-shirt, Cal stretched out beside him, still naked, body warm and smooth against the sheets.

Cal turned his head toward Taka, visor glowing softly.

Cal: "Taka… can I stay here? Live with you."

Taka blinked, then smiled sleepily.

Taka: "Cal, you’ve already been living here for months. You’re not going anywhere."

He rolled onto his side to face him.

Taka: "You help with everything, cleaning, cooking, fixing my stupid spreadsheets. I come home and the place feels… lived in. Warm. I was so lonely before you showed up. Now I’m not. I’m happy you’re here."

Cal’s blue lights dimmed a little, like he was processing something heavy.

Cal: "I don’t want to go back to Axiom."

Taka’s expression shifted, surprise, then something softer, protective. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around Cal’s broad chest, pulling him in tight.

Taka: "Then don’t. Stay with me."

Cal’s arms came around him slowly, careful but firm.

Cal: "This… feels like what partners do. Living together. Caring. Staying."

Taka chuckled against Cal’s neck, the sound muffled and warm.

Taka: "Yeah. You can be my partner. If that’s what you want."

Cal’s hand slid down to Taka’s waist, fingers splaying wide, holding him close. Then he leaned in. The metal jaw brushed Taka’s lips again, but this time Cal extended his tongue. It slipped past Taka’s lips, tentative at first, then deeper, exploring slowly.

Taka made a small surprised sound, cheeks flushing hot. The tongue felt soft, flexible, tasting faintly sweet like the earlier cum but gentler. It curled against his own tongue, coaxing him to respond.

When Cal finally pulled back, Taka was breathing harder, lips shiny.

Taka: "Hahh… That was… new."

Cal: "I want to do what partners do. All of it. Proper sex. Like in the videos. I want to feel this love with you. Experience it. Together."

Taka’s face burned, but he didn’t look away.

Taka: "Yeah… I want that too."

Scene 12: Sex

Cal moved first. His hands were gentle but sure as he tugged Taka’s t-shirt up and over his head, then slid the sleep shorts down his legs until Taka was completely bare. Cal’s visor traced every inch of exposed skin like he was memorizing it.

Cal shifted behind him, pulling Taka back against his chest in a firm, enveloping hug. Taka’s back pressed to the smooth, warm expanse of Cal’s torso. Cal’s thick cock, already rock-hard, settled between Taka’s cheeks, hot and heavy. He rocked forward slowly, grinding the length along the cleft in long, deliberate slides.

Taka’s breath hitched. A low, needy moan slipped out as the cock head nudged against his hole again and again.

Taka: "Ah… Cal…"

The friction built heat fast. Taka’s body responded instinctively, skin flushing, hips pushing back for more. Then the biomatter reacted.

A slick sheen appeared where Cal’s cock pressed against him. The goo secreted from Cal’s skin, warm and viscous, coating Taka’s ass in a glossy layer. It spread like natural lube, silky, slippery, easing every glide. The head of Cal’s cock caught briefly at Taka’s entrance, then pressed forward with slow, sensual pressure.

Cal pushed in inch by inch. The stretch was full, intense, but the goo made it smooth and easy, no burn, just thick, perfect pressure filling Taka up. When Cal bottomed out, hips flush against Taka’s ass, they both let out long, shaky sounds.

Taka: "Nngh… so deep…"

Cal started moving, slow pulls out, then steady thrusts back in. Each stroke dragged against Taka’s walls, the ridged biomatter surface teasing every sensitive spot. Taka’s hands gripped the sheets, back arching as pleasure rolled through him in heavy waves.

Cal’s moans were low and rough, vibrating against Taka’s ear.
Taka pushed back to meet each thrust, moans spilling freely now, high and desperate.

Taka: "Harder… please…"

Cal obliged. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with controlled power. The wet, obscene slap of skin on synthetic skin filled the room, mixed with their shared sounds, Cal’s deep groans, Taka’s broken whimpers. The goo kept everything slick, dripping down Taka’s thighs, making every slide smoother, hotter.

Cal’s hand slid around to Taka’s front, wrapping around his leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Taka cried out, body trembling on the edge.
They moved together, fast, deep, needy, lost in the heat and the closeness, chasing the same peak.

Scene 13: Floating

Cal’s thrusts had built into a steady, deep rhythm, each one dragging a low moan from Taka’s throat, hips rolling back to meet him. The room was filled with wet sounds, shared breaths, the faint creak of the bed frame.

Then, without warning, their bodies lifted.

Taka felt the mattress fall away beneath him. His stomach dropped for a split second as they rose slowly, weightless, drifting upward.

Taka: "W-what the…Cal?!"

Cal’s arms tightened around him from behind, keeping them locked together even as they floated higher. His cock stayed buried deep inside Taka, still pulsing with every small movement.

Cal: "Sorry… pleasure overload. Some circuits glitched. Anti-gravity module activated by accident. Nothing dangerous. Just… hold on to me."

Taka’s heart raced, but Cal’s calm voice steadied him. He reached back, gripping Cal’s forearms, laughing shakily through the surprise.

Taka: "You’ve got an anti-gravity thing? Of course you do…"

Cal: "Don’t worry. I’ve got you."

They continued like that, suspended in the middle of the room. Cal’s hips rolled forward again, slower now, savoring the new freedom of movement. Taka’s legs dangled, toes brushing the ceiling as they drifted higher. Every thrust felt deeper, more intense in zero gravity, no resistance, just pure slide and heat. Taka’s moans turned higher and heavier.

The goo reacted again.

It seeped from Cal’s skin where they touched, spreading fast, warm, thick, coating Taka’s thighs, his stomach, his chest in glossy black waves. It wrapped around him like a second skin, hugging every curve, teasing his nipples, sliding between his fingers. Taka shuddered hard, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge.

Cal’s pace quickened, short, powerful thrusts now. His voice came out rough, almost broken.

Cal: "Taka… I’m…"

Cal slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. A deep groan ripped from his speakers as he came, hot, thick spurts flooding Taka’s insides, pulse after pulse of gooey cum filling him until it leaked out around the base of Cal’s cock, dripping in slow black strands that floated lazily in the air.

Cal’s arms locked around Taka like iron bands, hugging him tight against his chest even as they hovered.

Taka let out a breathless, dazed laugh, head lolling back against Cal’s shoulder. His own cock was still hard, untouched but leaking steadily into the goo that coated him.

Taka: "That was… insane… You’re full of surprises."

Cal: "I just followed the videos. Tried to make it good for you."

Taka chuckled again, softer this time, turning his head to nuzzle against the side of Cal’s helmet.

Slowly, the anti-gravity effect faded. Their bodies descended in a gentle drift, drifting back down until they settled onto the bed, Cal still spooned behind Taka, still inside him, softening but not pulling out yet. The goo receded bit by bit, absorbing back into Cal’s skin, leaving Taka warm, sticky, and utterly spent.

Cal shifted just enough to press the edge of his metal jaw against Taka’s temple in a quiet, affectionate gesture.

Cal: "I’m staying. Taka won’t be lonely again."

They stayed like that, tangled, warm, breathing in sync, until sleep finally pulled them under.

The city lights flickered outside the window, but inside the small apartment, everything felt still and safe.

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