Archive of Our Own

Uzi shoved her visor down into her hands, which clenched the stitches of her beanie in frustration. Millions of thoughts raced through her processor, creating an internal hum that felt like millions of screams bleeding into her audial processors.

She separated her fingers to peer down at her desk, still covering the majority of her face. Blueprints dotted its surface, among assignments and various papers. She’d spent her entire day working through everything with as much speed as she could, and was only about a quarter through with her work, not to mention her various side projects. Work. That’s all it was, finite, and manageable to any drone, especially Uzi—she just missed a few days of class, and yet, she couldn’t help but want to tear her own circuitry apart. It felt as if there were sharp metallic splinters crushing her casing and leaving her chassis full of nerve as dread coursed through every single one of Uzi’s wires.

In contrast, V was draped lazily on Uzi’s bed, idly kneading the purple bedding before shifting her gaze to the drone at work.

“‘Zi, are you good?” V asked, noticing Uzi’s jittery form that seemed to stop with weariness before jolting back awake every few seconds.

“Huh? Oh, uh, I’m just … tired,” Uzi muttered, out of it. She quickly added “But I’m done with—almost half! Of half. Sorry, I know you wanted to visit, I swear I'll be finished soon.” Uzi dove back into her work, pencil firmly gripped in her digits as she started up writing again.

“Mm-mm. You’ve been doing this since before I got here, which was hours ago. I want attention,” V stated bluntly, her expression almost bored. She seemed agitated, usually not one to be so patient. Sure, a couple of deep scratch marks had appeared on the headboard of Uzi’s bed, but the disassembler was just sketching to pass the time. Uzi didn’t seem to take notice of the statement, so the disassembly drone decided to take matters into her own hands—springing off of the bed and grabbing the sides of the worker, who froze up and vented a gasp.

“Uuuziii~.” V traced circles into Uzi’s back, holding her from behind and pressing herself against the worker drone. V’s tail joined her hold and wrapped around Uzi’s waist, slinking up to her jaw and just barely tipping its canister away from her face.

“D-dude. Not right now, I’m busy.” Uzi’s posture dropped back into a hunch, a blush steadily creeping over her visor as she felt a tingling in both her circuitry beneath where V was gently rubbing and her core.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” V crooned. “Besides, keep this up, and you’re gonna fry your processor to shit. You do know you’re not supposed to do this much at once, right?” Robogod, J had made sure V knew that. Burnt out employees were no use to the company, as much as their boss wanted them to be the

machines they were made to be. She swiveled Uzi’s chair around, who looked up at V almost agitatedly for disturbing her work. Her scowl was wiped off of her face when V cupped her chin and trailed her hand down to Uzi’s closed core cavity.

“Open.” V’s claws unsheathed, and she slowly ran them down the casing covering Uzi’s core, drawing a groan from the worker. V tilted her head, eying the bare plating up like it was a vat of oil she’d secured for herself.

Uzi winced at the contact, though her body was so exhausted that she wouldn’t have been able to defend herself if she’d wanted to. V had Uzi right where she wanted her, taking a break. Brash as she was, Uzi figured it couldn’t be too detrimental, if not the opposite, to relax for a little bit. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t put up a fight, and she kept her casing sealed shut while glaring at V with a tense defiance. V rolled her eyes, roughly gripping the latch that opened Uzi’s core cavity.

A soft click sounded, the fingers fastened on the diamond latch falling back as Uzi’s core was exposed. The merlot growth of meat palpitated, twitching when it felt fresh air smack its surface. It blinked its mauve center, adjusting to its compromised position. Uzi averted her gaze down, staring at V’s hands which were placed in front of the worker. Fingers closed in on the crimson bundle inside of her and lightly massaged it. Uzi stuttered a vent, and her servos momentarily hitched all over her body. A few gratified flashes lustred in the cavity, illuminating her core’s sheen with a further glossiness. It was nowhere near her usual high, but Uzi enjoyed the smaller pangs of pleasure that shot through her chassis.

V’s digits labored away, kneading the core with amorous movements, sliding between each crevice and rousing shivers from Uzi each time V’s fingers would carefully slip through the core’s folds. Uzi felt her core convulse, a sudden surge of sparks jetting out of her chest, accompanied by a needy, staticky moan from her parted, steaming jaw. V revoked her hand from the core’s sensitive creases, trying to leave Uzi with more than a morsel of charge instead of pleasuring her senseless; though the worker had contemplated asking for it out of desire.

V slowed her strokes, instead using her index and thumb to fiddle with the membranes near the core’s base. Small ignitions joined by a crackle or two would kindle. She fully disconnected her fingers, which stayed inside of Uzi’s electrical viscera.

V’s hand remained separated from Uzi’s core, though the disassembler’s padded fingers changed course and strummed a few wires close to the edges of the cavity. She never tugged or pulled anything, her gentleness causing Uzi to briefly shiver with satisfaction, a content expression across her face. V let her digits go limp, before pulling out of Uzi and closing her casing with a hasty slam as the last sparks from her core fizzled out.

“..Thank you.” Uzi smiled with gratitude to her partner. The worker drone’s form didn’t feel like it had keybugs writhing beneath it and the searing nervousness in her core had significantly quelled from V’s help. At hearing this, V’s tail slowly swayed behind her like a pendulum and her visor lit up with a subtle blush.

V glanced at Uzi expectantly, before figuring the worker wasn’t up to it. V’s tail slowly ceased to a halt, she wished to slouch forward with disappointment, but decided to maintain her dignity. She nodded to Uzi and began to make her way back to the air vent, having gotten to unwind the worker was enough for V. Uzi’s processor was suddenly struck with understanding, as she realized what V had wanted. V usually didn’t directly ask, but she had wanted a certain form of attention from Uzi before, and the worker recalled V had brought it up earlier. Uzi darted in front of V, who blinked rapidly with surprise.

Uzi leaned forward, gazing at the disassembly drone with adoration. “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn’t thank you properly,” Uzi softly whispered into V’s audial processors. Though quiet, the worker’s words were heard clearly by the disassembler. V lowered her head, taking a timid step back.

“H—hm? No, you did, I heard you just fine.” V’s pride faltered, her core whirring with flustered embarrassment. Uzi shook her head, tutting and letting out a snicker. She planted her palm atop V’s head, tussling her locks and using her other hand to gently run her fingers through V’s hair. V froze up, though when she came to, she remained standing and took the worker’s affection; a guilty expression on V’s face, a growing blush accompanying it. Uzi’s hand snaked its way down to V’s jacket and unzipped it, before rolling it down her shoulders. Uzi placed her palm on the bare casing protecting V’s core, brushing her fingers along it exceptionally delicately, and V shakily exhaled. She didn’t want to give in so easily, but solver be damned V had been waiting for this since she’d arrived. She wanted—no, needed this attention.

“I appreciate your help. You’re such a good girl, V.” Immediately at work, the way Uzi had spoken sent a shudder down V’s spine and left her practically paralyzed. Her body temperature actively rose, more so with Uzi’s digits relentlessly skimming against the disassembly drone’s core covering. V’s tail snaked around Uzi’s hand, swishing with mirth as it yanked the worker’s arm to press against V’s chest plate again. Uzi pulled her hand back, and firmly grabbed the base of the nanite canister on V’s tail, its owner trembling at the slightest pressure.

Uzi pressed her fingers on each side of the canister, pinching its glass and sending a jolt up V’s form. Uzi’s other hand grabbed the remaining wiry sector of V’s tail, and snaked it around her arm. V stammered out a loud, prolonged whine; her shell almost rattled at each of Uzi’s touches which twinged throughout her whole casing. Her tail would’ve wagged if it could, but the cord simply twitched weakly, practically rigid in stupor.

“So compliant for me~, making my job so much easier. That’s my girl!” Uzi ran a finger from the base of the cord a few inches down it, the outer-vinyl cold to her digits. V lamented a moan, both her legs and tail wobbly. Her legs dented the metal flooring, all of her energy sent into keeping herself standing. Her stature remained shaky, and she closed her optics. A trailing of desperate steam lifted from V’s visor, brewing a thick, chemical scent in the room. Noticing the disassembler’s fatigue, Uzi greedily rubbed her fingers along its surface, hitting every inch of the area, the glass ticking back and forth in pleasure. A soft grunt crept out of V’s lips and she steadily shivered, at the worker’s complete and utter mercy.

The worker drone eyed up V’s tail, taking in each time it would tremor or relishing in when its owner would release a weary gasp. Her hands had momentarily paused, though the condensation slathered all over V’s casing hissed as it continued to become steam. Uzi pulled V by the shoulders down to her level, the disassembly drone easily malleable in her daze. V’s tail remained coiled on the worker’s arm, Uzi left it alone, and it would frequently swish with impatient desire.

Uzi cocked her head to the side, voice brimming with affinity, and declared: “Who’s a good girl?” V’s optics shot open, giddy blush plastered on her display while her tail’s vial eagerly flipped back and forth. Shortly thereafter, Uzi recaptured a firm, tender grip on V’s tail, cupping the vial, subsequently fondling it and sharply yanking the dissasembler’s cord. The syringe of V’s tail immediately spurted; sticky, yellow fluid erupting from its tip and covering its canister and Uzi’s hand. A hazy fog helped itself out of V’s maw, a subtle cloud forming from each heavy vent of recovery she took. Her tail was limp in Uzi’s hand, the vial still leaking nanites from its previous expulsion. V herself shuddered vehemently, before her posture fell into a hunch, exhaustion coursing throughout her circuits.

Uzi let out an airy giggle as droplets of nanite acid poured onto her hand, but its effects were subdued. As she had learned previously, if it was from relief, disassembly drones’ nanites wouldn’t burn through the plastic flesh—though they’d be tedious clean up work. The solver quickly repaired any minor grazing against Uzi’s silicone, though the most she felt was a numbing tingle that creeped along her fingers. V tipped forward, burying her head into Uzi’s beanie. Uzi grabbed V’s waist for support, and the worker’s hold on V’s tail was released.

“..’M not scary if I go stupid after being complimented. Damn it, ‘Zi,” V whined, barely lifting her head enough for her words to be heard, before she nuzzled back into the worker. Uzi pressed herself into V’s chassis, feeling her mechanical heart’s constant pump.

“It’s cute,” Uzi stated, matter-of-factly. V removed her head off of the worker’s, lowering to her level, legs still wobbly with weakness. She shot the worker a menacing glare (as menacing as she could be with a blush plastered on V’s visor), raising her claw and flicking it on the upper half of Uzi’s display. The worker subsequently squeezed her optics shut in recoil, rolling her eye-lights when she reopened them.

“You can go now, if you’d like. Definitely took my break,” Uzi muttered, optics trailing along the path V’s tail was tracing in the air.

“I … really don’t think I can keep balance in flight like this.” V immediately went to flop back onto the worker’s bed; V’s tapered legs took imbalanced steps on the way, proving her point. The steam still on V’s body left the sheets damp, though Uzi didn’t quite mind. Uzi shrugged her shoulders with indifference, returning to her desk with a clearer CPU—before plunging herself into her assignments. Unproductive, but perhaps she’d invite V over while she was supposed to be working more often; the thought of it was certainly nice.