You’re just thinking about how much you want to **** 2B, aren’t you?”

9S shot up, gasping as the nightmare flooded out of his memory, leaving him in the room given to him and 2B by the resistance. Rubbing his head, he ponders the feelings that flashed through his mind. The words he’s looking for, the urgent message that was coming to him, could he actually remember this time? Each time, these dreams come, they only bring more questions. They only increase his curiosity
“Psychological scans showing abnormal cognative patterns” The monotone voice of Pod 153 snaps 9S from his waking stupor. “Proposal: Run a diagnostic before resuming duties for the day.”
“Yeah, yeah…” 9S sighs, pushing himself up from the bed. “Hey, 2B?” He asks, stepping on to the other side of their little room. There, his partner lay down, but curiously, she was face down on the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her pillow. It wasn’t how most YoRHa units rested. He stands there, staring down at the curve of her body. The clean look of her skin, exposed by the slit of her skirt. She always came out of battle looking so clean and pristine. How did she do it?
“Observation: Unit 2B requires more time to recharge after battle. Proposal: Unit 9S should find some activity to prepare for today’s mission.”
“Uh… right.” He says. Let’s see… what to do…
 Time passes and 2B is still not up. 9S lays upon his bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to look over some data. Something didn’t look right the other day when I was on the server…
“Hm… that’s strange. The dates on the Council’s inception doesn’t seem to match up with my records. I wonder why that is-”
“9S…” The voice comes softly, but loud enough to get 9S to jump up to attention. “2B! I was just-”
“Did you perform the scheduled backup of our systems?”
“Ah, no, sorry. I guess I sorta forgot. There’s something that’s been nagging at me here. I’d better go ahead and make that backup, now, though. Don’t want to forget anything, you know? And-”
“Pod, scan the area.”
“Affirmative,” says Pod 045, and it zips past 2B and out the doorway, leaving just her, 9S, and Pod 153 alone.
“2B, why did you…”
“9S…” 2B says with a sour note upon her voice. She moves her hands up, grabbing her YoRHa visor. Gently, she pulls it away from her face, before letting the fabric dangle in her clenched fist. With a deep breath, she opens her eyes. They are beautiful, yet sad. “Send your Pod away…”
9S stands there with his mouth agape. No YoRHa unit, especially active units, should remove their visors, and yet, despite her insubordinate action, the male android finds himself waving his Pod away. “Follow 045…” he says, mechanically, not even listening to its affirmation as it flies out of the room.
2B looms over the 9S her gloved fingers brushing up along his cheeks. She smiles down at him with a meek look, a sort of loneliness that makes a pang in 9S’s black box. He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t care anymore, when 2B brings her lips up against his, and the two find themselves locked in their kiss, he can’t help but gasp.
2B pulls away from 9S, staring into his visor, past his visor. He fumbles a moment, pulling the cloth off, looking to her with confusion, scanning over her for some reason as to why she’s asking this.
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she said. “I saw you… heard you, the whole time you were in your bed.”
9S’s face goes blood red at the thought. “U… uh, 2B, when I… I didn’t mean to… I just.”
“Emotions are prohibited,” 2B says as she stands by the door. “But some of us models have had modifications done to us to allow for a less emotional, more physical connection. You never told me you made that modification.”
“Ah, well, I guess I just got bored one day. After…”
“After meeting me?” she asks, pushing the door open. “That’s fine… I got a modification for you, too.”
“Say what?”
“The roof across the street. Meet me there. It’s time, 9S.”
The door slams shut as 2B left, carrying her weapons and everything. 9S stammers. “H-hey, wait for me. We can go together.” He picks up his own blade and rushes out the door, forgetting all about the server backup.

The wind whips around them as the sun beats down heavily upon the day-lit world. On either side of the broken roof, 2B and 9S stand, grasping their weapons in hand.
“You know,” 2B says, “this place used to be where humans would meet each other. It was a special place, and this should be a special time for us, as well.”
“2B, I don’t understand, I-”
2B rushes forward at 9S, and the scanner model deflects her blade, sending her stumbling off to the side. The rush he feels as combat is joined makes him realize immediately. “O… oh wow…”
2B pants, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. It is not bloodlust or hate the fuels her battle, but the fever that all android’s feel as they clash. She spins around, her second blade materializing. 9S, distracted by her glance, gasps as the blade cuts through his coat, destroying the buttons and letting the fabric flap in the wind. Frustrated, he throws the jacket off and rushes forward towards 2B himself.

Hey, did you know that android battle fever is actually quite similar to the human emotion of “love”?

2B dodges out of the way, but 9S takes a different approach to combat than his partner. Hacking into her systems, he finds that subroutine that manages the battle fever. As he breaks through each of the barriers, 2B stumbles against his sword slashes, until finally, his sword slashes at the tie of her skirt, making it flutter off in the wind.
2B stumbles back, panting heavily as the fever wells up in her, flushing her cheeks and making her clutch her chest. 
9S stares at her legs, and he admires those thighs. 
2B rushes in, delivering a swift kick to the smaller android’s chest. 9S falls upon the ground, staring up at the woman above him, who presses her toe against his chest.
Good work, 9S,” 2B says. “I’m far too flustered to be at peak efficiency. I cannot continue this combat until this is relieved..”
He blinks and shakes his head. “So, does that mean I win.”
2B’s gloved finger moves down along her 2booty, then traces her outfit down between her legs. She pulls the white fabric aside, revealing to 9S the wonderful pink flesh beneath, and the womanhood that she hinted at earlier. “You tell me.”
“2… 2B!?” 9S gasps, staring up at the lips of her womanhood, something that most androids would never get to see, let alone possess. “What are you…”
2B slides her foot down along his bare chest, soon poking the toe against the hem of his shorts. “You’re aroused as well, 9S.”
Completely red, he chokes out a quick response. “W… well, yeah, I mean, look at what you’re doi-”
She pulls her toe away and with a swift motion, slides the heel under his pants, tugging them down with a kick, letting his cock spring free. “Did you choose the size, 9S? It seems rather… small.”
“H… hey, I was just testing it out!” He said. “I didn’t want to have anything gigantic. I never thought-”
“That’d you’d get to use it?” Well, I suppose that’s right,” she says, straddling him now. She squats down, her fingers playing with the hem of her outfit, never letting her sex leave his sight. “You always are trying new things. You’re always looking into places you shouldn’t. Do you like seeing this?” she asks.
“Uh… y-yes!’ he says, his eyes fixated upon it.
“Then drown in it,” she says, lowering herself, both hands now on either side of his head as she squats down to face level. She laces her fingers, pushing his head up into her sex.
9S fights a moment, his hands struggling for a hold until they finally find 2B’s ass. He squeezes the cheeks as he tries to get his hold, the side of his mouth rubbing against her lips.
Soon enough, though, he finds a comfortable spot, and the sounds of his tongue licking into her rise up from her thighs.
2B rocks her hips forward, urging him to eat her out with greater efficiency. During the exchange, her lips remained parted as soft breaths emerge from them. Soon enough, though, she lets go of him.
9S, who had been resting his head against 2B’s hands, falls back with a yelp. Rubbing his head, he groans. “Aaaww, what was that, 2B? I was just starting to.”
2B sits upon his chest, spinning around and facing his modest member. She leans in, wrapping those thick lips around the shaft, bobbing her head quickly over it.
9S’s eyes roll back as she works on him, her head tilting from side to side as she wettens up his shaft. It’s only a little bit before she scoots forward, dragging her slick wetness over his pale chest. He can only stare at her flesh as she licks up along his length with her womanhood and then descends upon it. 
She looks away from him, her head tilting back, letting the warmth of the sun hit her skin. Slowly, she rolls her hips, rocking over his length, over and over again, saying nothing, only feeling the thrill, the similar thrill to when she fights, tearing into metal, destroying life.
9S pushes himself up by his elbows. “2….B…. I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Oh, Nines…” she whispers.
He perks up “w… wait, what did you just say?’
She picks up the pace, basically bouncing over him now. His curiosity sated, for the time being. He falls back, running his hands through his hair. “I annnn… I can’t believe…”
But she can… she can believe they are doing this… it’s just like the last time they did this. The last time she felt frustrated at her position, of her true designation.
“Tw… 2 B…!” 9S groans out, his hands grabbing her ass again, holding her down. “I’m about to!”
“Nnnth, I know…. I knoooow!” she sighs as she feels his simulated semen shoot up into her, filling her barren, artificial womb
“Oh… oh wow… t… thank you, 2B… that was… that was better than I’d imagined. I’d only dreamt I could do that with you…”
“No…” 2B says, raising up, his semen trickling down between her legs as she stands up. She holds out her hand, sighing, “It wasn’t a dream. You were wonderful then, too...”
“Wait, what do you…”
2B spins around, plunging her blade down into 9S’s chest! Tears strain down her cheeks as she stares into his eyes. He holds his hand out, brushing her cheek, his mouth agape in confusion and his distress. Soon, though, there’s a recognition. Had he… had he been here before, with her? Dieing…? Before he could put it together, however, his eyes roll back, and his hand falls limp.
2B stands on the rooftop, alone. She pulls her visor free and wraps it around her eyes once more, patching herself through directly to Commander White.
“This is 2B. Unit 9S has been eliminated… again.”
“Acknowledged. Return to the Bunker.”
“Affirmative,” she says. “2B out.”

I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle… and wonder if we’ll ever get the chance to kill him.

“Hey, 2B?” 9S asks as they run from one roof to the other on a fetch quest for some broken screws.
“Hm? What is it?” the quiet android asks.
“Does this place look familiar to you?”
“A lot of these buildings look the same. Maybe you scanned it recently…”
“Hm…. Maybe... Pod, was there any significance about this rooftop?”
“Processing: This rooftop was once home to a human institution known as a ‘Love Hotel.’ Humans would rent rooms specifically for use for physical relations, particularly if they wished to remain anonymous.”
“Huh, that’s weird. I mean if they were just going to have sex, you think they’d do it anywhere, right?”
2B stands at the edge of the roof, looking out over the rest of the ruined city, her hands folded as she fights to keep her calm demeanor. “Sometimes… sometimes a place just has significance. And sometimes one has to do things under the shadow of secrecy..”
“Huh?”
“Nothing… we should be going.” With that, she hops off. Another day, another mission, with the main mission forever burned into her soul--one she will have to perform, over and over...