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The sound of Ramattra turning to his nemesis form no longer startles you, being around him for several months now, it became a somewhat normal sound to hear alongside the usual day to day chaos. Of course, the only time you would hear him turn was when he was furious, using his larger form to threaten those around him.
Then of course, there were the times he would use it to protect you from unwanted intruders or threats; his arms would encase you in a slightly uncomfortable but protective grasp.
Though, this time, there was no fuzzy static that usually fades into the air when he finally comes back to his normal form. Instead, his voice rings out from across the room, pulling you out of the meditation you were under.
“I require assistance, urgently.”
With a semi-irritated sigh, you stand and turn only to face Ramattra who was stuck near his workbench. He stares at you, circuits burning in an embarrassed flush as he watches you approach cautiously. I am not hearing the end of this, he thought.
“I may have miscalculated the space around me.” He says, nemesis arms tangled in a mass of wires.
“How on earth did you manage that?”
“Do not question me. Help me.” You could hear the authority in his tone.
With a scoff, you respond, “You have other arms.” You point to the ones crossed at his chest.
“I-“ His vocaliser cuts off, a click to reset before he speaks again. “I cannot use them in this form.”
You stare at him, dumbfounded. “You’re joking.”
“I am not.”
“Ramattra-“
“Please. I cannot free myself.” Desperation follows.
Another thought crosses your mind, causing you to smirk which the omnic picks up on immediately.
“Do not get any ideas.” His tone lowers, threatening you. The embarrassment was already too much to handle and he sure as hello asn’t in the mood to play.
“Oh, but why not? You look so… vulnerable all tangled up.”
Ramattra watches your face, searching for any mischievous glint as your hands glide up his arms, resting them on his shoulders before your fingers trail up his neck. You feel the hum of his body at your fingertips as you lean up and plant a playful kiss where white meets purple.
“Remove these wires immediately.” The omnic before you lowers his head slightly as he makes his demands. His larger arms tense, fists clenching among the wires as his irritation grows.
“What if I don’t?” You tease.
“Quit playing.” Ramattra’s tone darkens, his nemesis fingers twitching. “Untangle me this instant.”
You could hear the rising frustration in his voice. Rolling your eyes, you back down. “Okay, okay. Just stay still.”
The embarrassment that Ramattra was feeling didn’t subside, no matter how careful and soft your hands were. His fans whir loudly, puffs of steam leaving the vents in his back as you work on freeing him. He focuses on the way you touch him, though he cannot feel much, a project for a later date, it calms him somewhat. You were always so gentle with his body, not wanting to damage him as spare parts were scarce.
Fingers would tease their way under the wires that had wrapped tightly around the metal before being tugged away, looping under and over another wire. Some of them were easy to remove, only needing a small pull to free it before letting it drop to the floor. The ones that were not budging needed that little extra strength to loosen them. There was a near silence that filled the room, neither one talking. The only noises were the clattering of wires as they fell to the floor and the omnics chassis humming. Soon enough, the pile of wires on the floor grew and one of his arms was slowly freed.
“Why can’t you move your other arms?” You question to break the silence.
“It will overload my systems. It is already a difficult task keeping this form up. You have seen that I can only stay like this for so long before I revert back to my usual state.” Ramattra states, matter-of-factly.
“Ah, so you can’t multitask.”
“That-“ He lets out an irritated sigh. “You are insufferable, you know that?”
“I will leave you here.” You yank a wire that pulls him down with a grunt.
He shoots you a glare in return, optical aperture shifting. “Do not.”
“Then be nice, otherwise, you can stay here longer.” Another wire joins the pile on the floor. “You need better cable management.”
Ramattra scoffs, head tilting away from you. “My cables are fine.”
You flick him on the neck, where he can feel it. “You know what I mean.”
He grumbles, muttering something in omnicode as one of his nemesis arms falls limp. Ramattra watches as you move to his other arm, starting to detangle the wires that had wrapped around it. It was the same process, the tighter wires needed more thought and the loose ones only a simple pull. You were careful, not wanting to scratch the metal that made up his arms. This arm was held a little higher due to the weight of his other one pulling him down at an angle. Standing on your toes, you wobble, though Ramattra wouldn’t be able to catch you if you did fall.
You mumble to yourself, shaking from the stress of freeing him. “Next time, I am exploiting this scenario.”
“There will not be a next time.” Ramattra’s tone darkens slightly as he responds, your mumble not going unheard. He huffs, vocaliser clicking to reset. “I am not embarrassing myself by letting this happen again.”
“Oh? You’re embarrassed? Because you’ve had to ask for help from a human?” You smirk, knowing exactly the reaction you’ll get out of him.
The omnic grunts, nemesis fist clenching tightly that you hear the metal scratching against each other. There goes that plan of not damaging his exterior…
“Watch it, pet. You will not like the outcome.”
The moment his arm is free from its restraints, the larger of his hands grab at your waist, pushing you against the wall.
The sudden motion catches you off guard, a startled gasp escaping your throat as your back hits the concrete. You watch as the fingers of his normal form twitch against his arms. He’s losing restraint.
Ramattra stares down at you, optics scanning your features. His head cocks to the side as he speaks; “perhaps another time I will give you want you want.” There was a playful tint to his tone, He knows how to rile you up in all the right ways.
His shadow looms over you, but you weren’t scared. Despite his intimidating stature, you knew who he was. He was your partner, his threats never meant any harm to you, half the time you never took him seriously anyway. You knew that behind his ‘threatening’ demeanour, he was nothing but a sweetheart. He had a soft sport for you and only you. You were special to him and he always made sure that you knew that.
“Perhaps next time you’ll have control over both sets of arms- ow!” Ramattra squeezes you slightly, not enough to cause serious harm, but as a warning.
Before he has a chance to speak, the air around the both of you grows fuzzy, a slight static tickling your arms before he transforms back to his normal state.
The larger hands had left your sides, small indentations litter your back and stomach from the sharp edges of his fingers, the cloth of your shirt not being enough protection from his grasp.
“You are lucky I cannot hold that form for long.” He states, leaning down towards you. A chuckle escapes his vocaliser as he places his hands on your sides. They were softer, smaller, than his other hands.
Ramattra pulls you flush against him, pressing his body into yours. “Thank you.” He is gentle in his normal form.
Bringing your own hands up, you hold him back, fingers trailing the metal braces that travel from his chest to his back before finally resting them just above the top most brace.
You smile, leaning your head against his. “Anything for you.”
Ramattra hums softly, his hands travelling up your back. His sensors pick up the change in heart rate and the way your body relaxes against his. You’re warm against him and he finds himself feeling at home in your arms.
“I will clean up.” He states, pulling away from you.
“Let me help-” “You have done enough. Let me.” He chuckles, moving away to pick up the cables on the floor. He’s quick to coil them up, tying them together before putting them into a box. “I owe you for freeing me.”
“You owe me nothing. It was a simple mistake.” You reassure him, not wanting anything in return. Watching him, you note he’s cautious of how they are placed. “You are being careful, why?”
He hesitates, holding the box in hand before sliding it under the workbench. “An old habit from the monastery.”
You nod in understanding, approaching him quietly. You slide your hands around his waist, pressing your head against his back. His inner workings hum louder, your motion catching him off guard.
“Do you miss it? The monastery, I mean?”
“Yes.” He replies solemnly. “But I cannot change what happened.”
“If it any consolation, I’m glad that you’re here, Ramattra.”
He places his hands on top of yours, thumb rubbing across your knuckles. “As am I.”
The room falls silent as you hold him. It was a touchy subject, one you never pressed. He would tell you in his own time.
“Come on. It is getting late.” He finally speaks out. The omnic turns to face you, grabbing your hands and holding them.
You smile up at him, enjoying the intimate moment you’re sharing. “I do not want to leave just yet.” Your voice was quiet as you stare at his hands.
He hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then we can stay here until you are ready to go.”
“I would like that.” You almost whisper in response.
Ramattra tilts his head, cupping your cheek in his hand.
“Then together we shall stay.”