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Ticci-Toby and Clockwork

Ticci-Toby staggered into the hut, the place he and Clockwork had been staying for the passed few days. It was a cold, uncomfortable little place, but neither of them gave really gave too much of a fuck about that. It was a safe, quiet place. A place where they could keep each other safe. Safe from cops, safe from them, and safe from themselves.

When the two had met up a little more than three months ago, they'd ended up a fight. Clockwork, by whatever cosmic judgment she used, had decided that Toby's time was up. No one is allowed to disobey time, so she tried to kill him. Naturally, this hadn't sat well with Toby, and despite being shaky on the strike, and terribly agitated by the ticking sound coming from Clockwork's eye, he hadn't gone down without a fight.

It had been quite a battle. four straight hours of combat under the moonlight; twin hatchets against twin daggers, limited mobility against impaired vision, glowing yellow goggles against a glowing clock piece eye. It had been a fierce fight, one that left them both sweating, hungry, tired, and wondering just how powerful their opponent was. It was a conflict they'd grow to refer to as their first date.

After they'd finally stopped fighting, both sitting in the dirt of a tall hill, panting hard as the first lights of dawn started to shine through, Clockwork conceited that Toby wasn't your average waste of time and space after all, and by surviving so long, had perhaps earned a bit more time on this planet; so long as he swore to help her in her mission to carry out the will of time and eliminate those who's time had run out.

Toby, unsure of what she meant but thinking it would be nice to follow the pretty girl with the glowing eye around for awhile, agreed. They'd spent a few weeks as a murderous team, taking down targets and avoiding police with the simplest of ease. Between the two of them, they couldn't be stopped.

But then...they started to become aware. No telling what had brought it on really, but they both began to realize that they were insane. Toby has always known he was off, but he'd always been able to ignore it until now; as though something was pushing him to return to sanity. Clockwork was worse off; as she'd never been aware of her madness, never questioned her perception of the world for even a second until now.

But now that they were aware, beginning to feel guilt when they killed, feel remorse for those they'd already moaned down, and even became nervous at the thought of taking down targets, what were they supposed to do? They couldn't turn themselves in, they'd be given the death penalty for all they'd killed; or at least be given life in prison which would separate them into different places; which by this point, had become an unacceptable idea.

So, they'd resolved to hide out in this shack, and when they deemed themselves mostly sane, they would return to society. There wasn't anyone alive who'd recognize them, so as long as they kept their heads low and were smart, they'd be fine. No more murder, no more missions, no more panic attacks, no more almost dying.

But this proved to be much, much harder than either of them had thought it would be. Toby's hands shook often, and nothing he could do would stop them. He wanted to kill, sink his hatchets into something other than rabbits and deer, to watch their blood drip, hear their screams. He wanted to kiss Clockwork against his victim's body, make love to her covered in blood. At least, his body did. Toby would be glad to just remain with Clockwork, but his body shook in retaliation, his heart pounding, his breath getting quicker.

The only thing he found that ever managed to calm his panic attacks was the sound of Clockwork's watch-eye ticking away. The sound had once been the cause of many of his breakdowns, but it was a calming sound, a gentle sound, a loving one.

Clockwork seemed to realize this, and would bring her face closer to Toby's, letting him listen to the ticking, whenever he was having a particularly bad episode. She was glad she could help calm her lover, but was worried she wouldn't be able to keep it up for him. Every day she heard all of time itself calling to her, ordering her to continue her mission, to go out into the nearby city, to kill, to appease time.

But she'd resisted so far. The dull, orange light of Toby's goggles seemed to silence the voice of time, if only for awhile. Whenever the voices got much too loud, too angry, to persistent, she would sit next to Toby, just staring into his goggles and, by extension, his eyes. It always calmed her down. Her favorite time was when she pressed her face to Toby's to let him listen to her watch's ticking, and she stared into his goggles as he did. They both helped each other, calmed each other, protected each other.

Loved each other.

It was one of these moments together that the two had their first kiss. Well, they'd kissed before of course, they'd done quite a few things with each other, but this was different. This kiss was caught somewhere between passion and simply caring, between lust and love.

They paused, looking into each other's eyes for a moment, then closed the small space between their lips again to continue the kiss; licking each other's lips, sucking them, biting them. One of them bit to hard and made the other's lip bleed, but they weren't sure who, and had done much, much worse to each other just for the hell of it.

Before they knew it, they'd gone from being sitting on the bed to laying on it, Clockwork on top of Toby; her arms around his neck as they refused to break their kiss for anything. After five minutes of their heated kiss, they finally found a good reason to temporarily pause their kiss: removing their clothing. They weren't exactly graceful about it, Toby's shirt was torn in the process and Clockwork probably wouldn't get another use out of the particular set of jeans she'd been wearing, but it was well worth it with their bodies, now only hot skin and the thinnest possible layer of fabric covering them, pressed together.

Toby's hands began to trail along Clockwork's back, feeling every inch of her soft skin; for the first time not wanting to carve into skin so lovely, as such seemed somehow blasphemous. His hands trailed lower, stopping just above her waist. He didn't go any further at first, not wanting to offend her; a fear that vanish when he saw that Clockwork had gotten the same idea first and was already feeling up his rump.

Now more confident, Toby moved his hands lower, squeezing Clockwork's rear. Clockwork moaned into Toby's mouth; a sound that, even stifled, he wanted to hear again. Toby continued moving his hands along Clockwork's body, lingering anywhere that elicited a response from his lover. He was so enthralled with his work, that he hadn't even noticed Clockwork fiddling with his boxers until she finally managed to pry them off; leaving him naked beneath her.

Well, not entirely. His goggles were still there, but she didn't dare touch them. Even if she didn't love and need the sight of them, which she did, and even if Toby could remove them without getting nervous and shaky, which he couldn't, Clockwork still wouldn't have removed her lover's goggles; as she found the sight of him wearing nothing but the dim orange goggles oddly arousing.

Toby was happy with this, and responded by reaching up and yanking off Clockwork's bra, her panties meeting the same fate. He stared up at Clockwork, naked, straddling him, and grinning down at him, mischief in one eye, green light in the other.

Clockwork began moving her hips, grinding her already wet slit against Toby's erect member teasingly. They both moaned, their lust intensified by the feeling. Toby moved his hands to Clockwork's hips, lifting her slightly until she was just above his length. Seeing Clockwork nod down at him, Toby pulled her down hard.

They'd done plenty of things before, but never this, as Toby was, until now, a virgin, and Clockwork...didn't talk about why she wasn't. This was their first time, and they were in bliss.

They began moving slowly, their hips pumping into each other gently, listening to each other moan, just barely able to see each other's faces in the dark by the lights they were both letting off. Their hands began to explore again, Clockwork's feeling the slightly damaged skin and powerful muscles in Toby's chest and Toby began to massage Clockwork's, listening to hear soft, beautiful groans of pleasure as he worked.

Then they started to get faster, their movements speeding up as the heat kept building as though with a will of it's own. Clockwork leaned down, kissing and biting Toby as he gratefully returned the favor. The old bed they used squeaked madly as they went, but they were much more pleased with the sounds of their hips slapping together.

They didn't slow, only ever getting faster and after lord only knew how long, they were both drenched in sweat and a groaning loudly as pressure built up inside them both. As they both got close to their climax, they realized, almost at the same moment, that they'd felt something similar before. Months ago, when they'd seen each other on that night after Clockwork had targeted him, and they'd had their battle.

That bloody, vicious, heated, adrenaline filled battle to the death, when they'd been fighting for their lives and determined to end each other's lives. This, they felt, was something of an inverse to their 'first date'; both determined to make each other feel as amazing as possible.

Along with this pleasure, as they moaned, and spasmed in each other's grip, they both felt that familiar urge again, the one they'd tried to stop each other from feeling, the one they'd once loved and had started to fear. The desire to take their weapons and end whatever was in front of them.

But...they weren't worried. They did something they'd never been able to do before, alone or together: they ignored the feeling. They put it entirely out of their mind, their own will stronger than that of the urge.

This realization hit at roughly the same moment as Toby and Clockwork's near simultaneous climax. The small shack erupted with the lovers' scream of ecstasy as they came, blocking out the usual deafening silence that normally possessed their little home.

Clockwork fell to the bed, laying on top of Toby as they both panted heavily to try and catch their breath. After several minutes, their heavy breathing began to die down as they help each other, turning to look at each other again.

And the kiss returned. Maybe they'd never leave their little shack, maybe they'd never be completely sane or rejoin society, but they'd always be together to make sure they never gave up trying.

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