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For another night in a row, Miguel couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t get comfortable in bed and kept tossing and turning. He was kept awake by worrisome thoughts of what Kingpin and Mysterio had been collaborating on. He felt useless, he shouldn’t be in bed, he should be out looking for them.
Despite living alone, Miguel quietly stepped to his dresser. In it contained his casual clothes but he had also placed the stuffed bear.
It felt soft in his hand. He stared at it, like he was expecting it to talk back to him. The little bear had a small blue ribbon tied around its neck as well. It reminded him of his daughter’s many blue ribbons, all of which he had posted on a giant cork board in their old home.
Miguel hated those memories. He thought back on them and felt no nostalgia. He felt bitterness and pain.
He closed his eyes tightly. He took a breath and placed the bear back in the drawer. He needed to get back to the Babylon towers. There he could keep a proper eye on any anomalies that might get picked up.
“Lyla! Let’s head back out.” Miguel said aloud. He looked outside his bedroom door, only to find nothing. Lyla’s usual form that lit up his apartment was replaced by moonlight. “Lyla?” Miguel repeated. If she was playing some annoying trick…
Shock, where did she disappear to now?
As Miguel searched around his apartment, a light suddenly appeared. Miguel turned around and almost smiled. Lyla was back.
He feigned annoyance. “Where were you off to?”
Instead of a witty comeback, Lyla stepped closer. “I have something. Something I want to show you. You can’t be mad though, okay?” She looked him in his eyes, he could see through her pixels.
What could Lyla possibly have to show him? “Is it something new on Kingpin and Mysterio? Because I-” Miguel suddenly froze as he followed Lyla. His eyes landed on exactly what she had to show him.
It was an android. One from the store they’d looked at earlier. Miguel was genuinely confused now, he didn’t understand what was going on.
“I figured it out. How I can sync with an android.” Lyla walked over to the robot, while Miguel remained frozen in his living room. The android was placed politely in the kitchen.
“I meant what I said that night. I’d like to be real for you. But I can’t”
Lyla almost seemed… sad. “But this is the closest we can get, Miguel.”
There was a kind of longing in her voice. One that couldn’t possibly be programmed. Maybe that’s why Miguel decided to indulge her. “Lyla… you don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.”
Miguel stood forward, now impossibly close to her as he looked down at her. She looked up at him with want.
“Please. Just let me try.”
Lyla took Miguel's silence as a yes. She glitched to the android and stood beside it. She had made sure they were around the same height. Her eyes remained on Miguel as she faded into the robot. It was an odd sight, something Miguel hadn’t seen before, which was saying something.
Lyla began moving her hand in graceful swirling motions, soon the android’s hand followed in synchronization. “Lyla-”
“Shh… I’m syncing it.” Lyla shushed him. She closed her eyes tightly. When she got up, she looked real. Miguel stood, no longer frozen but amazed.
The sync was a success. Lyla walked over to him, now synced properly to the android. Lyla looked completely overjoyed. First she took careful steps against the hard tiles that made up the kitchen floor.
She giggled and spun around, her holographic hair spun with her.
“Well, what do you want to do now? You’ve got… physical form.” Miguel smiled at her, her eyes brighter than he’d seen before.
“I… I want to go out in the rain.” Lyla requested.
Miguel walked to his balcony and opened the sliding door for her. As he got a closer look at Lyla and the android, he could see through the pixels to the white metallic skin of the android.
Miguel leaned against the balcony and watched Lyla. She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, holding out her hands. The rain drops falling onto her skin. Miguel couldn’t help but smile as he watched. A real smile, one where his eyes crinkled.
“Well, can you feel it?” He asked. “Kind of.” She replied.
“What do you want to do next?” Miguel crossed his arms as he continued to lean.
The android and Lyla’s hand moved up to her chin, mimicking thoughtfully.
“I know.” She said, quickly walking back inside. Miguel followed her back indoors. She must want to go outside, for a walk, look at all the streets and talk to people, Miguel thought. He pressed the sliding door closer. Miguel watched Lyla closely, fascinated.
She flipped her pixels on the white coat, turning into a short gold dress. The holographs colliding with the android’s material gave the fabric a metallic appearance.
“Where do you want to go first?” Miguel asked.
Lyla inhaled deeply and slowly approached him. The androids' feet making a soft noise as she did so. She bit her lip. She was now only inches away from him. Lyla gently took his hand in hers, threading their fingers together.
“Lyla what are you-” Miguel cut himself off as Lyla moved her head down to his chest. She rested against him so casually as she listened to his heart beat.
It was an odd sensation to Lyla. She could properly hear his heart, as it banged against his ribs. Although she couldn’t feel it properly, she had a feeling his skin was warm. It was an entire different feeling being synced to the android. Her senses changed entirely.
Miguel stared down at her, his eyes full of confusion. As she stepped away his eyes remained on her.
“Is this… Are you okay with this?” She asked nervously.
Miguel didn;t know how to explain it, but this was more than okay. “I like it when you try new things.” He said simply. He smiled at her. He wanted to touch her. He hadn’t known how much he wanted to touch her until she was like this.
Hesitantly, he caressed his hand down her cheek. Once his hand reached her chin, he gently moved it back up. The robot’s skin felt cold and Miguel's hand glitched through Lyla’s pixels. But he didn’t mind. He then let go.
“We can… we can do things. I have the parts.” Lyla said. Miguel physically stuttered.
“Lyla… you don’t have to do those things.” She wasn’t his, she didn’t belong to him. Especially not in that sort of way. “But I want to. I do.” Lyla said with confidence.
Miguel inhaled. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Are you?” Lyla rebutted.
Instead of speaking Miguel wrapped his hands around her waist. He held below where the rib cage would be. His hands felt large as he held her.
He then picked her up, Lyla wrapped her legs around his own waist. She held his face with both of her hands as if he was something precious. Miguel placed his hands under her thighs as he walked her to his bedroom.
When he placed her down on the silky white sheets he must’ve done it less than careful, since she bounced. She laughed, crinkling her eyes closed. Lyla laid down against the bed, stretching herself out like a lazy cat. Miguel reached his hands on her thighs again, tightening his grip. “Lyla. If you don’t want to do this just say the word.”
Lyla stared into his eyes. “Please Miguel. I promise, I want this.” Her golden dress glitched, the holograph disappearing and leaving nothing behind. Miguel blushed, realizing she didn’t have any underwear.
“What? You always go commando under your suit.” She pointed out.
“I know… I’ve just never seen you like this.” He gripped her hip bone, or the robot’s hip bone? Miguel wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer.
“What do you want Miguel?” She said casually, like she wasn’t sitting naked in his bed.
You.
It went unspoken.
Lyla knew the darkest parts of him, the parts he would never let anybody else know. She knew it without the intimacy of it, and that dynamic was about to be broken. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a little nervous.
She reached her hand up and touched his chin, bringing it down to reach her face. She kissed the side of his cheek, missing his mouth. She continued kissing him as she wrapped her legs around him again.
Miguel decided that whatever was going on, whatever they had, they could do something like this. Maybe he was just trying to make excuses for himself but he didn’t want to worry over it anymore.
He kissed her back, his chest tightening as he did. Lyla's legs rested back down.
Haphazardly, Miguel took hold of her legs and placed them over his shoulders.
“Miguel… the android can’t…” She stopped kissing him. “The android can’t feel pleasure.”
Miguel slid down slightly. “I still want to do this for you.”
“Just sit back and relax, trust me.” He said as he came face to face with her… the android’s? Lyla’s cunt.
Lyla laid her head against the pillow, waiting.
Miguel stared, it seemed the android had all the proper parts, it was surprisingly realistic. He knew the android wasn’t able to feel “pleasure” but he felt like this was something to do for Lyla since she was always doing things for him. She deserved to feel this.
He breathed against it before he licked a fat wet stripe up her cunt. His hands held her thighs tightly, if her skin was real it might’ve left a bruise. He continued to lick and suck and even though Lyla couldn’t feel it properly, she moaned.
That riled Miguel on even more, and he continued eating her out. He breathed harder, and kissed her. Right on her cunt. He heard her laugh breathily.
Lyla sighed in contentment.
“How was it?” Miguel asked, sitting back up.
“I couldn’t feel it but I know it felt good.” Lyla hummed.
“Can we keep going?” She asked quietly. Not wanting to deny her, Miguel agreed. He pulled his cock out from his black boxers and paused for a moment, looking at her for reassurance. She nodded.
His cock slid in with ease, Miguel let a moan out as he buried himself deeper inside her. He rocked his hips against her. Lyla let out a satisfied sound and kissed his neck. Miguel set a good pace for himself, not wanting to damage the android.
Lyla whispered in his ear. “That's the best you got Spider-Man?”
Not one to be undermined, Miguel started fucking her harder. He gripped her tits, they didn’t feel human but Miguel didn’t mind. It was Lyla.
The gratuitous sound of his body slapping against hers overwhelmed the room, bouncing off the walls. The arm he’d been using to keep himself upright felt weakened, Miguel set it down beside Lyla’s head.
Miguel buried his face into the crook of her neck and between his arm. The immense pleasure he felt in his core was incredible. His breathing became harder the more he continued. He bit into his forearm as his cock slid faster in and out of Lyla.
When he was just about to climax, he slowed down. Lyla pushed his head up and smirked.
With more force than he had expected, she pushed him off of her and sat up on him so that she was on top instead. Her smirk grew.
She bounced on top of him and Miguel’s eye rolled back into his skull. Then, Lyla took Miguel’s hand back in hers and squeezed gently. She moved his hand to her mouth and began to suck on his fingers.
She licked and sucked on his digits, before she bit down. Miguel smiled in approval.
As his climax neared, Miguel pulled Lyla closer to him, moving upwards so he could be closer to her as well. Lyla pressed her forehead against his and Miguel rested. He squeezed her shoulder as he finally climaxed inside her. Inside the android. He let out a loud, satisfied groan.
Lyla dropped back to the bed so she was laying down on her back, pulling Miguel with her.
“Thank you Lyla.” He sighed.
Miguel began drifting into sleep, closing his eyes and trying to keep them open again and again until he gave up and fell into a deep sleep.
As he did, he turned over onto his side.
Lyla smiled as she watched Miguel, she laid on her side to face his back.
Her chest was full of a feeling she didn’t recognize. It was odd, it made her heart hurt, like it was all sore. Lyla had never done anything like this before, syncing with an android (let alone the other stuff.) But she was happy that it was Miguel. She’d wanted something like this for a while now, and it seemed like Miguel had as well.
She laid a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade, her finger tracing up and down his spine.
Overjoyed, she hugged Miguel. She was finally able to hug him, to touch him. Even if she couldn’t properly feel him. Lyla wrapped her arms around him and placed her chest against his back, her chin rested on top of his head.
It felt like she was cradling him.
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Miguel woke up sweaty, naked and flustered. First of all, Lyla was spooning him. Second, he had sex with Lyla.
“Morning handsome.” She said sarcastically.
“You should put the android away.” Miguel sat up and pretended to run his hands through her hair. He got up and left the bed, his mind full to the brim of worries.
How had this changed his relationship with Lyla? Had she really wanted to do it with him or had it been because she was programmed to care for him?
Miguel walked to his kitchen as he assembled his suit. He couldn’t get the images of last night out of his head. But he knew that he liked it, it had been ages since he had felt another person. To be close in such an intimate way.
There wasn’t anyone else he would’ve wanted to do something like that with. It was always going to be Lyla.