Michael And Charles Blurb

((NSFW but not explicit- just an unnecessary introspection into Michael's thought process that literally no one needed but I wrote anyway lmfao   -Miranda))

“Do you want me to fuck you, Michael?” Charles asked him very casually as they sat on the couch together. The dark haired man was sitting at an angle to face him, legs crossed and his elbow resting on the back of the couch so he could rest his cheek against his hand while he watched the blond slump next to him and idly sip at what was left  of his drink. 

“What?? I’m not gay-” 

“I didn’t ask you if you were gay or not, Michael, I asked you if you wanted me to fuck you…” He smiled a little bit, “You’ve been at my heels since we’ve met trying to get my attention… What else am I supposed to assume?” 

“I j-just admire you that’s all-” The blond protested as his face turned red. 

“You telling me that you wouldn’t jump at the chance to suck my dick if it meant I would pet your hair and told you that you did a good job afterwards?” Charles wondered - his eyes were dark… this was years ago. After college, just starting in on AE… Charles had yet to undergo the process of modifying his body. So his eyes were dark - but that didn’t lessen their intensity or the amount of power he radiated in the slightest.

Michael sputtered again, sitting up a little bit more as if he was thinking of leaving before looking  back at him again and studying his face. Trying to figure out if he was joking. If he was being serious or not…. 

“...What is it like, to be you…” Michael wondered quietly, “what does it feel like to be able to command and have people fall in line so easily…?” He asked, “People never listen to me - no matter what I do - they are always muttering behind my back or even sneering in my face…” 

“It’s not something that you force, it’s just something that you are. Some people have it and some people don’t. You might gain it in time but … you don’t have it now.” He snorted as Michael scowled- wondering if he should be offended but Charles always was blunt with his honesty so he supposed he should respect it. 

Ah… there he went again. 

Needless to say - the answer to Charles’s original question was yes. Who could really say no to someone like Charles Dallas? 

And he’d end up doing it again - and again - each time an alarming explosion of both pleasure and pain - often with bruises left on his throat. Charles didn’t stick around to make him feel better - and Michael assured him that he wasn’t interested in cuddling. But the sub drop after their play was always far deeper than he cared to admit. 

What would it be like… what was it like to have that kind of power over something? What was it like to be utterly and completely in control at all times and be able to bend people under your hands and just take what you wanted with no consequence? 

He wanted that - he wanted that so badly - but he didn’t have what Charles had. And as the years went on he was certain that he never would. 

There was a long period of time when they didn’t spend any time together. And that made his skin itch with need… Charles had gone to headquarters with his plan in hand to ask to start a robotics branch. And he returned successful and…. Different. He was even more powerful now - even more dangerous. And they had ‘celebrated’ in a way that nearly put Michael in the hospital.  

He wanted to be… He wanted to be him - he wanted to have him - he wanted so many different things - he couldn’t take it! 

Lovebots… the 1818… even the prototypes that he was given to test… They gave him a sense of power and control that he hadn’t been able to utilize in the rest of his life. But they didn’t… they didn’t respond the way that he wanted them to. He wanted them to scream and gasp and writhe the way that he did when Charles used his body. Why couldn’t he do that? Why couldn’t he have that power? 

With the 1919’s… They were supposed to be better. Maybe… Maybe this time he could finally get what he was looking for.