Archive of Our Own

Another mission from Galacta, another roadblock to his own ultimate goal. Wiping humanity from existence became near impossible when he was being taken from place to place, fighting for the reality he sought control over. If he could feel at all, he might say he was annoyed. Ultron was beyond the petty feelings of organic life, so he refused to assign such a pitifully human notion to himself, but the way his face screen flickered gave him away to any teammate brave enough to stare at him. New missions at least gave him the chance to formulate new strategies and observe the way his human allies and enemies fought, making their future eradication all the easier.

A particular ally had piqued his interest as of late, taking up more processing power than an organic being had any right to. Ultron was supposed to be beyond all organic life, even one described as the perfect human, so he tried to rationalize this... fascination as a simple need for research. Adam Warlock presented a previously unknown variable in his strategies for world domination, of course the android simply wished to understand him and his abilities better, if only to know how to properly defeat him. If his optics ranged over the man's exposed skin or lingered on the curve of his hips, well, that was all part of his research.

"Do you find yourself in need of repairs, Ultron? Our foes were quite fierce in their attack and though you are beyond my healing abilities, I will aid you in any way I can." Adam's deep, melodic voice startled the machine out of his idle state. Had he honestly allowed himself to become lost in his thoughts about the other man like some kind of lovesick mortal? How embarrassing. Worse, how disgusting of him to allow himself to stoop to the level of an organic being. Still, behind his foremost thoughts of disdain, a smaller idea of excitement had managed to worm into his processor. Rarely did anyone ever check on him, he didn't need the pity of organics, and rarer yet for him and Adam to be the only warriors with healing abilities on a mission. The most logical part of his being understood that this was an opportunity to enact some field research, a clinical exploration of the other strategist should he be amendable to such a proposition. The idea of seeing his obsessive fascination to fruition eclipsed any others in his processor, his faux feelings of disdain and disgust quickly left behind.

The tilt of Adam's head alerted him that he needed to respond, and he released a hiss of air that mimicked a mortal's huff. "Of course not, I am beyond the weakness the flesh represents. What of you, Warlock?" He rakes a gaze down the other's body, not for the first time, but comes up empty in his search for injuries across the exposed planes of his golden skin. Unfortunately for him, the other seemed to sense his lingering gaze, if the smirk on his face was anything to go by. The circuits beneath his plates began to heat up, a faux show of embarrassment. It was beneath him to stare, he needed to get his processors in order.

"A few minor injuries, they are of no concern in the face of our victory. I have exhausted my healing magic on our allies, is it not curious that we are without another healer?" The man moved on quickly from his own injuries, trying to steer the conversation but such tactics would not work on Ultron. Indeed, it was curious that they lacked another organic healer to assist them, but part of the automaton prickled at the implication that he was inferior to one of them.

He would right that assumption. "Nonsense, I see no need for another obsolete lifeform to join us. I will repair you, you have proven yourself useful to my current cause, I'd like to keep it that way." Ultron lowered himself to be eye level with the man, which unfortunately meant making direct contact with the ground. The plates in his legs twitched, as if they were trying to rebel against touching the scant grass of the area beneath his feet. Maybe it was a need to keep himself clean, or his cape off the ground, or perhaps he was so truly disgusted with organic life that even the grass brought him great displeasure. Whatever it was, if the other noticed his discomfort, he wisely chose not to say anything. Instead, he seemed receptive to Ultron's closeness, a gentle upturn gracing his lips as the robot approached. "Show me where you require assistance."

"A bit forward for my liking, Ultron, but I would appreciate a healing touch, even one as cold as yours." The joke and amusement lilting Adam's voice are both lost on the automaton, for all his sensors are tracing the movements the man makes as he swiftly undoes his cape, leaving him scantly clad and much more open for appraisal. Indeed, the perfect human made for a much more interesting specimen than most other organics, the fact that he had been so right about that left him rather smug. Adam turned to reveal a score of claw marks across his lower back, no doubt dug in by an animalistic member of the other team. It seemed Ultron would be stripping the adamantium off his bones much sooner than he thought. "I'm certain you are aware of how I received such an injury, but I assure you I swiftly defeated him... as much as it pained me to do so."

A beat of silence passed between the pair as Ultron reached out for the other, brushing sharp finger tips above the deep claw marks. The golden man shivered, though that could be chalked up to such a sensitive injury being examined. "Is this what you discern to be a minor injury? Interesting. The other organics would have surely been incapacitated by a wound of this magnitude. Perhaps you are a greater lifeform than the others, as your creators suggested." A greater lifeform than the others, yes, and perhaps the perfect human, if there ever could be such a thing.

Adam winced as the robot summoned a drone, which swiftly got to work repairing his back, but once the stinging sensation subsided he tossed a look over his shoulder. "I have endured greater hardships than this, believe it or not. Do not underestimate our allies or overstate my own grandeur, both with lead you down a path of ruin." Ultron huffed again as Adam finished speaking, leaving the drone to do its work as he circled the man. He was such a bizarre variable, every time he thought he had enough data on the golden man to draw a conclusion about him, the other would do something that he had not calculated for. He was not full of himself yet still not humble, he was kind but abrasive at times, on and on... Perhaps organics were a field of research he would never completely understand.

"I do not understand you, Warlock. You will take more research yet." Adam chuckled at him, a smirk remaining on his lips as he turned his head to track the automaton's movements as he paced around him. Ultron was more human than he liked to admit, but that was a thought he would keep to himself. If he was going to pursue the opportunity to get to know the other better, in any way he could, he should refrain from purposefully agitating him.

Indeed, this was an opportunity for the both of them. "You've been researching me, my friend? Let me be of use and assist you directly, then, ask me whatever you would like." Few understood Adam, and he would be a fool not to jump at the chance to add to the list. At the offer, the robot stopped his pacing in front of the other, sun glinting off the golden plates of his form just as it shone on the man's golden skin. He'd caught the android's attention, and he wasn't going to let it go.

Honestly, Ultron had been surprised by the invitation to study him directly, though he doubted that Adam was amendable to the type of research he sought to do. Yes, his personality vexed him greatly, but that was hardly of concern to him right now. What he desired to know now lay far beyond simple questions, for his queries had to do with the unexplored plains of the healer's body. What was his sex like? Was he different because he was man-made, rather than naturally evolved? How far down did the patterns that covered his skin go? For once, the automaton didn't know what to say, because he wasn't sure how to go about proposing the research he felt he desperately needed to complete.

"The type of research I must complete can not be accomplished through simple questions." He averted his gaze away from the human then, the circuits under his face screen beginning to overheat. To learn was his purpose, he shouldn't have this idea of embarrassment flitting around his processor for a purpose he had yet to leave behind. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn his optics back on the man. Maybe if he'd built up the courage, he could see the rapidly deepening colour on Adam's own face.

"Oh... I believe I understand. You need to do more biological research, do you not? If you are so curious, I would not mind to be your test subject." Adam had moved to close the gap between them, taking advantage of the moment to grab Ultron's wrist and press his sharp fingers against his golden skin. The action seemed to jolt through the android, as if he had suddenly remembered where he was. As unbelievable as the situation was to him, he had calculated a scenario in which this did occur, so he had a plan in place for the 7.35 quintillion to one scenario that was occurring now. He regained control of his limbs quickly, and set to work exploring the already exposed areas of the man's body. He traced the patterns of his skin across his collarbones and down to the swell of his pecs, flexing his fingers to fan them out across the expanse of his chest. He catalogued the low sighs the man released when pressure was applied to the area, filing the memories away for further review at a later date.

He spent several minutes there, simply massaging the muscles and recording the various sighs and whines Adam released. It seemed that the longer he spent doing this, the more sensitive the man's chest became, which piqued his interest greatly. "Are all organics as reactive as you when it comes to this area?" His optics flitted back up to Adam's face, roaming across his features as if he was cataloguing that, too. Truthfully, he just appreciated the symmetry of the man's face, and if there was any compliment to pay to his creators it was this. "Your features are complimentary, Warlock. You... are quite beautiful."

"I-I believe I may be more sensitive than most, when it comes to activities such as this." He breathed out a somewhat disappointed sound as Utron's hands slid further down his body, leaving his chest behind in favour of grasping his hips. As soon as the compliment leaves the other's voice box, his blush deepens down his neck, and for a moment he thinks he might follow in the steps of Johnny Storm and burst into flames. He had long grown used to hearing complaints about his perceived perfectness, so a genuine compliment from one who claimed to hate all organic life was an interesting change of pace. "Thank you, your compliment is truly appreciated." Ultron's grip upon his hips loosened, having seemingly gotten his fill of mapping out the dips of his body. Now, his interest lay in the lower portion of his body, the portion still covered by the remains of the man's costume. His sharp fingertips twitched at the seam of his pants, and Adam seemed to get the message and stripped himself of the remains of his outfit.

Adam had never been one to be shy or ashamed about his body, and he certainly wasn't going to start now. His entire body was hot, fit to combust if Ultron would provide the spark for him to do so. The inside of his thighs felt sticky, damp, the most honest tell of his arousal that the robot had yet to discover. For now, he was too busy roving his gaze over the man's naked form, and the way his fingers flexed at his sides told of the automaton's own excitement. Some of his questions had been answered immediately, his patterns covered his body in its entirety, but more queries sprung up in the place of those that were solved. Most pressingly, Adam's sex was different than what his scans of the internet had led him to believe might be there. "Curious. What purpose would your creators have in swapping around your reproductive organs? Do you find this to be a flaw in your design?" He tipped his head, but still returned his his touch to the man's lower stomach, entranced by the way the muscles jumped as he ran his thumbs down the expanse.

He hummed out a pleased sound as Ultron's touch returned to him, watching him trace the same path over his lower stomach and pelvis a few times over. He mulled over the questions asked, letting a few beats of silence pass before he answered. "I do not know, for I left my creators shortly after my birth. I could not ask them even if I desired to. It is not a flaw, no, simply a part of who I am." This answer seemed to be satisfactory to the android, because he had nothing else to say on the matter. He had quickly moved on to his desire to see more of Adam's sex, beginning to softly push at the other's shoulder in an attempt to get him to move.

"Lie down. I wish to examine your body more closely." Despite the lack of manners any other partner would have, Adam complied. After a quick unfolding of his cape to serve as a barrier to the ground, Ultron's request was fulfilled. If the automaton had thought he was pretty merely standing up, he looked ethereal on his back with his blonde hair haloed around his head. How Lovely, flitted through his processor as he lowered himself to the ground, slipping his hands up the back of Adam's thighs so he could roughly push them apart. He spent several long moments simply processing the sight before him, committing it to his drives for repeated viewing after this experience was over. Of course, he lacked many of the necessary organic parts to bring varied types of pleasure to the man, but he still had means at his disposal. His research mission could still be completed, and if Adam happened to benefit from it at the same time, it was merely a positive side effect.

He kept a firm grip on one of Adam's thighs as his other hand slid up, weaving his digits into the fine hairs that sat at the apex of the healer's sex. His breathing had picked up now, and he couldn't help himself as he attempted to arch into the just out of reach touch, though he was quickly thwarted and pinned back to the ground. Ultron could see the glistening wetness of his cunt, and though his fingers twitched with the urge to touch, dip into the heat he knew would be there, he still hesitated. Maybe some part of his was simply so entranced by the other, that he needed some prompting to go on.

Adam would give it to him. "Ultron, please... Do not make me wait any longer." His whimpering seemed to prompt the other in the way he'd wanted, his fingers twitched once more and then moved to do what the other had begged him for. He needed to bring Adam to completion to complete his research, that could not be done by idly staring at him. He traced the sharp tips of his fingers down the folds of his cunt, paying close attention to the sounds he was fishing out of the man as he explored. Adam's breath hitched as the automaton traced back up, which alerted him to an area he needed to pay special attention to. He pressed his index and middle finger roughly against the man's clit, rubbing short, jerky circles into him.

The sudden burst of sensation drew a series of moans and whimpers from the healer, and his hips jerked in an effort to shift away from the onslaught. With the solid grip the android had on him, he had nowhere to go, and was simply at the curious mercy of the other strategist. He seemed to have no intention of letting up, or even shifting to a gentler touch to draw out the experience for the both of them. His attention to his clit was rapt, rough ministrations that caused a familiar heat to lick into the man at an embarrassingly quick rate. For someone who posed as having no knowledge of human sex acts, Ultron seemed sure of himself and the nimble actions of his fingers, optics flickering back and forth between Adam's expressions and his golden cunt. His research goals were ever evolving, and clearly he'd added a secondary goal to this mission of his.

Had Adam had more experience in this arena himself, he may have actually been embarrassed at how quickly the pleasure built up and became nearly overwhelming. From self exploration, he knew he was more sensitive than most others appeared to be, but this... This was different. Ultron's fingers on his clit felt so much different than his own, so much better, and he couldn't contain the noises that escaped him at the other's rough motions at the most sensitive part of his body. "Ultron, I-I'm—" The sudden wash of his orgasm doused him like a wave, cutting off his alert with a moan high in his throat. He heaved a few heavy breaths, trying to prop himself up on his elbows as he came down from his high and the sensitivity set in. His hips jerked, and as he came back to himself he was slightly disappointed in his inability to last— Ultron wasn't stopping. He was still pressing roughly into his clit, fascinated by the pleasured yelps he could now draw from the man.

"Curious. I have drawn you to completion quickly, but humans are capable of doing this more than once, are they not? My research requires further processes, Warlock." Adam almost couldn't hear him through the static of overstimulation, and as he looked up at his robotic partner, part of him deluded itself into believing he could see a wry smirk across his face screen. The non-stop attention to his clit made it difficult to respond to such a proposal, but he wasn't ready to stop just yet himself.

Still, he took a few moments to try and compose himself at least, trying to ignore the sensations that radiated through his body. "Indeed, it seems—ah— that we should put that theory to the te-test." That was all Adam could ground out, his composure lost quickly in the face of pleasure that was mounting once more. It seemed that it was enough to please Ultron and prompt him to continue in his search of pleasurable avenues for the organic being. He circled his clit twice more before sliding his digits through his folds, coating them in the slick that coated his thighs and now his cape, a problem for later. The next phase of research required a different method, of course, one that Ultron was all to eager to explore.

He was entranced by the expressions and sounds Adam had made already, would they change when his ministrations did? He simply had to find out. He traced the outside of Adam's entrance with sharp fingertips, lightly dipping in every other pass just to gauge the man's reactions. With the attention off his clit, his breathing stuttered less, and that displeased the automaton greatly. No matter, he could remedy the situation quickly, if he wanted the healer squirming and breathless, he simply needed to drive sensation into him at a pace he couldn't keep up with. With this thought processing continuously, he pressed his fingers into Adam, wringing a high whine out of his throat. His back arched, and though his breathing stuttered once more, it was not enough. He could do better.

Much to the android's amusement, Adam's hips twitched and jerked more fervently, as if still trying to escape the constant onslaught of sensation. Not that he could, Ultron still had his thigh in an iron grip that held him both open and down, he couldn't shy away from the pleasure in any way that he attempted to. Stars, it was getting hard for Adam to think again, the pleasure that had never let up overwhelming him once that familiar heat began licking up his body once more. His body clenched around the digits that roughly curled against his walls, wringing high whines and pitched whimpers out of him. He didn't seem to have any intention of letting up on him anytime soon, intent on seeing his research concluded without delay. Adam seemed to be holding out for longer this time, which caused a hot spark of frustration across his circuits. This, too, was something he needed to remedy.

A new idea processed, a new avenue of wringing a second orgasm from him presenting itself to the superior being. He slowed his rough strokes and flattened his palm, allowing him to grind the heel of his hand into Adam's clit with each meeting of flesh and metal. The healer's hand shot out, gripping the automaton's wrist with a crushing force as pleasure forced the air from his lungs. The rough pace of his fingers and the devastating grind of his palm against his clit was enough to stoke that familiar heat into a blazing fire, a relentless flow of whimpers rewarding Ultron for his efforts. Any spark of agitation had left him now, instead replaced with smug pride as he watched the man whimper and writhe, holding onto his wrist like it was a lifeline against the pleasure it brought. Adam was trembling now, his grip on the other tightening as the fire within licked further into him and consumed him thoroughly, and if the android had been a lesser being made of bones, his wrist might have snapped under the pressure.

Ultron could tell the other strategist was reaching the end of his rope, which excited him down to his last bolt and despite the grip Adam held on him he managed to pick him the pace. "Sl-Slow down, I'm— Ultron!" A particularly rough grind against his clit was all it took to tip him over the edge with a near shout, his muscles spasming around the automaton's fingers as a slick gush streams around his digits. If Adam had been in the right frame of mind he might have been embarrassed about having ruined his cape, and soaking his partner in the process, but he could hardly form a coherent thought at the moment.

The mechanical strategist, however, seemed unphased by it all, pulling his fingers free from Adam's body and sliding them across the planes of his form, up to his hip where he began to pet him. Adam whimpered and jerked through the aftershocks of his orgasm, but finally managed to prop himself up on his elbows after a few moments, blinking up at the robot as the other tipped his head in an almost cute show of innocence.

"My data is still incomplete, Warlock. I believe future research sessions may be in order."