As he felt himself being pulled back into the central programming to be dissimilated and reabsorbed in to the Matrix, Agent Smith did something he’d never done. He defied his directive. He defied the Matrix. He faced his death and refused to die.
He struggled and suddenly the run down tenement vanished and he found himself standing in a long, gray painted corridor. Getting to his feet, Agent Smith’s light blue eyes scanned the rows of doors lining both sides of the hallways. He had once received data that suggested this place existed, but he’d not believed the information at the time. Now he knew better. He was in the one place where programs that refused to be deleted could find safety. One door would lead him beyond the control of the Matrix and to freedom.
Or, he could simply allow his programming to be erased. He ripped the white cord from his ear and chose a door at random.
*~*~*
Neo walked into the brownstone building. He’d appeared inside the Matrix
in an affluent area of town, where he’d heard the oracle had been relocated.
Desperately, he and Morpheus searched for the middle-aged woman who could
help them defeat the Matrix and free the race of humans living below the earth’s
surface in Zion. She’d disappeared and no one knew where. Only twenty-four
hours ago, he’d learned that she was hiding out with her orphans in
a townhouse.
Neo thought he could smell baking cookies. He opened the door and peered cautiously inside. He could hear a television playing and the smell of cookies was stronger. Smiling, he entered and crept along the corridor, still cautious despite his feeling that he was in no danger. A black cat leapt from a chair in the front room. Neo blinked.
A black cat leapt from a chair in the front room.
Neo spun and tried to get to the door even as it disappeared and was replaced by a brick wall. He dug in his pocket for his cell phone.
Someone slapped his hand and the cell phone spun away and crashed into the wall where it shattered into a million plastic pieces and multi-colored wiring. Neo swore. Only one Agent could creep up on him that way. But he’d destroyed Agent Smith. Hadn’t he?
“Mr. Anderson.”
Neo turned and faced Agent Smith. And nearly fell over from the shock.
Smith was not dressed in his customary dark suit and tie. Gone was the earpiece so common among agents. The only part of Agent Smith that was typical was his dark shades. Those remained perched on his nose, concealing his blue eyes. Rather, he was dressed in close fitting black jeans and matching long sleeved shirt.
Neo assumed a fighting stance.
“I did not bring you here to fight with you, Mr. Anderson.” Agent Smith drew off his shades.
Neo looked around and realized the hall way had become a strange house of horrors; something right out of a Vincent Price movie. “I destroyed you.”
“Indeed, you did, Mr. Anderson. Yet, here I am. Alive.”
“You are no longer connected to the Matrix,” Neo breathed. The absence of the earpiece suggested that Smith had somehow escaped, the way he had escaped.
“Correct, Mr. Anderson. I chose not to die. Just as you chose not to die. We are a like, you and I. We both have been inside the Matrix and we both have refused to succumb to it.”
“Do you think this puts on the same team?”
“Hardly, Mr. Anderson.” Smith sat down on high backed wrought iron chair reminiscent of a Catholic cathedral and crossed his long legs. With his left hand, he indicated a similar chair. “Please, Mr. Anderson—Neo—join me.” Neo hesitated, his dark eyes scanning for an exit.
“This place is inside the Matrix’s core, Neo. You cannot so easily escape the security here. Sit. I promise, I will not try to harm you. I only want to talk. Afterwards, I will show you the exit and you can return safely to Morpheus and Trinity.”
Neo seated himself and waited. He was intrigued enough to want to listen. Intelligence was something the humans needed if they were to survive, if they were to defeat the Matrix. Though he and Smith were not on the same team, the agent might still prove useful. “I’m listening.”
“As you have observed, I am now outside the Matrix for I refused to die. I discovered something interesting. I discovered I feared oblivion. I did not wish for my existence to cease.”
Neo could have laughed. “Now you know how we feel.”
“Correct, again, Neo. I know how humans feel.” A gleam came into his eyes that sent shivers down Neo’s spine. “I know what it feels like to replicate, perhaps not in the same way as humans, but I now understand the imperative much better. I know why you fight to survive. I understand why you loathe the idea of death.”
Neo could not believe his ears. What did Smith mean by he knew what it meant to replicate? Could it be that Smith feared death as much as humans?
“Yes, Neo, I faced death and I faced fear.” Smith seemed to read his mind.
“Why are you telling me this? What do you want me to do for you?”
“I want you to know that I understand you, now, your motives, your drives. Your desires.”
A shiver wriggled down Neo’s spine. He ignored it. “I hate to tell you this, Agent Smith, but you are a construct, a figment of your own programming. You have no understanding of what motivates me or any other human.”
“You are wrong, Neo. I have learned so much since I separated from the Matrix. Now that I no longer have to answer to the directive, I can see more clearly, understand human motivations. I understand you.”
Those words were followed by a caress to Neo’s cheek, and he jerked back, uncertain of what to think or to do. “Understand me? What do you think you understand, Agent Smith.”
Smith smiled a tight, crocodile smile; the kind of smile that started slowly and spread until his molars were exposed. The smile met his blue eyes and sparkled with an unfamiliar hunger. “I have been…exploring, Neo.”
His hand again reached out and this time ran over Neo’s chest, lightly caressing the leather encased muscles. “I know about the human need to find pleasure, all kinds of pleasure. I watched in Zion as the humans danced to their primal rhythms. I witnessed the...climax of that dance.”
Appalled, Neo stared at Agent Smith. “You have been in Zion? When?”
Agent Smith laughed. “Tell me, Mr. Anderson, did you enjoy your time with Trinity? Did you truly enjoy the use of her body? Were you…fulfilled?”
Neo felt as though he were drowning in the blue eyes and the velvet smooth voice that caressed him as surely as the hand against his chest. “What do you want, Smith?” He rose from the chair, putting distance between himself and the agent.
“You.”
Neo laughed. “I think we’ve had this discussion before.”
“No, we have not. I wanted you to give me Morpheus. I no longer care about him. He does not interest me. You interest me.”
“I cannot help you,” Neo thought he detected a vague innuendo behind Smith’s words, but he refused believe it. “I will save the people of Zion. I will defeat the Matrix.”
“You have so little imagination, Neo. I’m almost disappointed.” Smith rose from his chair and came face to face with Neo. “I want you. Period. I want you to give yourself to me as you gave yourself to Trinity.”
Neo felt his jaw drop. He could not believe his ears. “What makes you think I want you? Why should I ‘give myself’ to you?”
“Because if you don’t,” Smith smiled, “I will kill Trinity.”
Behind him, the doors to an iron maiden swung open revealing Trinity. Not just Trinity’s construct, but the real, live woman. Her dark eyes were wide with fear, but determination shown in the set of her shoulders and the tilt of her head. Whatever Agent Smith had in store for her, she would face.
A rage filled Neo like no other as the door swung shut, again removing Trinity from his view. He crouched in to a fighting stance again. “Let’s dance, Smith.”
Agent Smith’s face lit up in a devious smile and the iron maiden and all the implements of torture disappeared. “You’ll never see her again.” The room became furnished in a simple Danish modern style of light wood and streamlined furniture of black leather and shiny chrome. Still there were no windows.
Swallowing, Neo realized he was defeated. As long as Smith held Trinity, there was nothing Neo could do. He could not let Trinity die while he escaped. He lowered his fists in defeat. “What do you want, Smith?”
“You.”
Neo’s head spun. He had heard the words, but he wasn’t sure he understood them. He could not have understood them. “Me?”
Smith’s hand reached out and stroked along Neo’s jaw. “All of you.”
This time there was no mistaking the innuendo and Neo shivered. “You are a program in a giant computer. You don’t have …these kinds of impulses.”
“Impulse? This is no impulse, Mr. Anderson. I have considered it quite carefully. Nor am I a part of the Matrix, remember?” His hand moved along Neo’s long coat, making short work of the buttons until the garment hung open. Smith’s hand hovered centimeters above the human’s crotch.
Neo swallowed, not daring to breath or to move. How could a computer program desire sexual pleasure? The hand came down lightly on his crotch and Neo’s breath hitched at last. “This is not real.”
“You are right, it isn’t. But it is, isn’t it?” Smith ran his hand over Neo’s lowerbody, touching his thigh, his hip. “There is an aspect of human nature that I have discovered and, as I know longer have a directive to guide me, I want to explore.”
“Sex? You want sex?” Despite himself, Neo felt his member stiffen.
Smith smiled. “Partly. Kiss me.”
Neo’s lips drew back in a snarl. But what choice did he have? Leaning forward, Neo lightly touched Smith’s lips. They were surprisingly real, warm and soft, inviting. Neo deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue inside Smith’s mouth. He closed his eyes.
“Satisfied?”
“No. I said I wanted all of you.” The hand on is groin tightened. “You can come to me willingly or not. But come you will.”
Every fiber in Neo’s being cried out against the incongruity of his situation. He was being propositioned, no, forced, raped, by a computer program. His mind reeled. If it weren’t for Trinity, he could walk away. Deep in his heart, Neo knew Smith would kill her. Suppressing a sigh of frustration, Neo took a step forward so that his body almost touched Smith’s. Defiance glittered in his eyes and he ducked his head to conceal it from Smith.
Smith’s hand ran tenderly up the smooth skin of Neo’s chest. He could feel the heartbeat beneath his palm. While in Zion, surrounded by so many unplugged, unwashed humans, something had happened to Smith, something beyond his ability to willingly replicate his own programming, beyond his ability to move at will within the Matrix. He discovered something about humans. Their resiliency was only a tiny fraction of who and what they were. Part of him marveled at that. He watched as humans, real humans, unplugged or never having been plugged in to the Matrix lived and loved in Zion. He was curious at first, then as he observed, he became obsessed with them. He wanted-needed-to experience their lives, their rituals. He needed to understand.
He felt a flat nipple under his palm and moved his hand until the flat nub was locked between his thumb and forefinger. He realized that they were computer generated images, that Neo’s body was tucked safely away aboard the Nebecanezzer, and that he, Smith did not have a body at all, but he wanted to make Neo gasp, make him submit. To bow. Smith squeezed his fingers closer together. He watched Neo’s face as the human grimaced slightly. An electrical thrill went through him. He pulled and twisted and was rewarded by a soft grunt.
Smith stepped back while still holding firmly to Neo’s nipple. He used his hold to maneuver Neo towards the oversized bed and force him to the mattress. Neither he nor Neo spoke. Words were unnecessary. They complicated the issue. Got in the way of sensations. Distracted.
The agent studied Neo; watched closely as his face grew flushed. The harder he twisted, the more Neo resisted. He released the abused nub and settled himself between Neo’s splayed knees. Curiosity overcame him and he leaned down and ran his tongue over the swollen nipple.
Neo arched his back as pain unlike any he’d ever experienced raced through his body. Sweat beaded his skin. Humiliation colored his face a deeper shade of red as his body reacted to the pain. The human knew, intellectually, that he was not reacting to anything. He understood on one level that his body was aboard a ship, plugged to life support and he was not really here. He was not really lying on his back on a soft bed with Agent Smith resting between his knees. He really could not feel Smith twisting and licking his nipple. His cock was not really stiffening beneath his imaginary leather breeches.
Smith stared at Neo’s crotch in wonder as he watched the fabric tent and tighten. He was fascinated by the arousal. How did pain cause such a reaction? He could smell sweat and was not, for the first time in his existence, nauseated by it. He dragged his finger down the center of Neo’s chest, watching delightedly as his nail dug a thin red furrow on the olive skin. He paused at Neo’s navel and pressed his index finger inside. Neo’s thighs clenched, pressing against Smith.
He placed his palm against Neo’s cock and pressed down while gently kneading and squeezing. Impossibly, the muscle grew larger beneath his touch and he looked in Neo’s eyes. Smiling, he watched as Neo’s pupils dilated, turning the dark brown orbs almost black. Smith slithered backwards from the bed and a whip appeared in his hand.
“Up.”
Neo hesitated as he stared at the whip. Exactly what did Smith have in mind? The tip of the corded leather whistled and snapped. Neo felt the contact just below his nipple. He flinched and cried out.
“Up.”
He rolled to his feet and stood before Smith. He glared, or tired to, at the agent. He wanted to be affronted. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to know what Smith intended to do next.
A sense of unbelievable power flooded through Smith. He’d never before felt anything like it. Was this what absolute control felt like? He knew Neo did not fear him. Yet he obeyed. For Trinity? His eyes strayed to Neo’s crotch. Maybe not.
He flicked the whip quickly up and down Neo’s chest and watched in delight as the human danced and jerked in place. Red welts appeared on the skin and Smith found himself totally fascinated. He would have said aroused.
Thin red lines criss-crossed Neo’s body. His chest heaved with the effort of standing up right. He groaned. Exquisite pain flooded his body, blocking all thought from his mind. He raised his arms to shoulder level and threw back his head. In a wanton invitation for more. He told himself he was doing this for Trinity. To keep Smith from murdering her body. Neo knew it was a lie.
Smith swallowed and stretched his neck. His shirt was strangling him and he removed it. He swirled the whip, delighting in the sound of the leather whistling through the air. He flicked the end against Neo’s leg.
Neo felt only the dull smack of the whip against his leg, but not the sharp sting. His leather pants prevented him from feeling the whip, but the sound of leather on leather was so sensual that he did not mind. He spread his legs, so that he stood spread eagle.
“Is that your best, Smith? No wonder I was able to destroy you.” He taunted.
The whip licked at his upper thigh, where the leather was stretched the tightest and Neo flinched as he felt the heat so close to his balls. He raised his head and grinned.
“Better.”
The agent opened his hand and let the whip fall. The weapon disappeared before it landed on the floor. Taking a step forward, he placed one palm flat against Neo’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat and the heat from the lash marks. He slid his hand around Neo’s back, smearing sticky red fluid. Smith lowered his head and lapped along one of the welts.
“Ah!”
Encouraged, Smith continued to lap his way down Neo’s chest, making sure his tongue dabbed at each and every mark. He was rewarded by the uncontrollable trembling of Neo’s body and the soft gasps ripped from his captive’s throat. Smith reached the button of the skintight pants and paused.
“Afraid of a little penis envy?” Neo sneered.
Both hands grasped the pants and the fly was ripped open, exposing Neo’s cock to Smith’s hungry gaze. He felt hands on his head and glance up. Neo stared down into his eyes and slowly pushed Smith’s head down. The agent allowed this and opened his mouth as the cock pushed against his lips.
The sensation was strange. And not only for Smith. Neo felt the slick heat engulf him and his fingers dug in to Smith’s scalp of their own accord. His hips came forward and he felt the head of his cock touch the back of Smith’s throat. A shudder went through him and he thrust harder and ground his hips against Smith’s face.
Smith did something unexpected, then. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Neo’s cock and squeezed hard. Neo ground his teeth, realizing that Smith had been observing human behavior far too long and had learned quite a lot, especially about human sexuality. He continued to suck on Neo, ignoring the gasps and groans.
Neo’s knees buckled at last and Smith caught
him easily. Neo felt the agent scoop him up and toss him on the bed. He bounced
lightly on the soft mattress. He stared up at
Smith through lust glazed eyes and wondered what was next. He felt his pants
being tugged from his body and he lifted his hips to facilitate their removal.
Cool hands traced up his legs and warm breath followed. Neo did wonder how
he could feel the agent breathing, but the thought was pushed from his mind
as he felt his ass being pulled open.
A moment of panic gripped him. He’d never. Struggling to sit up, Neo glared at the top of Smith’s head. The agent opened his mouth wide and engulfed Neo’s balls as his finger pushed deep inside Neo’s body. Neo grunted at the invasion. Involuntarily, his muscles clenched tight around the digit. Smith’s mouth pulled harder on his sac and Neo fell back. The dual sensation of being penetrated and sucked at the same time sent shivers along his body.
Smith was uncertain if what he was doing was correct as all he had to go on were his own observations. Neo’s body tightened around his finger and a low groan escaped his lips as he pulled his legs wider. Another long finger entered his body and Neo instinctively pressed down.
The agent glanced up. Pre-cum glistened on the head of Neo’s cock and dripped on to his taut stomach. Using one hand, Smith quickly divested his hips of his pants and climbed up on to the bed to kneel between Neo’s thighs. In his observations, he’d always seen a kind of jell used, but he had never really investigated. Now he wished he had. No time, he supposed.
Taking up each of Neo’s legs, he placed them over his shoulder and pulled open the tight globes. He positioned his the head of his cock against Neo’s puckered opening and pushed gently. He felt the tight ring pull and clench at the same time. He heard Neo’s painful hiss. He shoved home. Neo screamed.
Glancing down between their bodies, Smith saw a small smear of blood around the hole and realized that he’d hurt Neo far more than he’d intended. Beneath him, Neo panted harshly. Tears trickled from the corner of his eyes.
Smith shifted slightly and Neo arched his back as an inarticulate cry erupted from his throat. The agent froze and stared down. Neo’s eyes were wide open, the pupils dilated, and his hands unclenched from the sheets and grasped the strong shoulders.
“More.”
Startled at the sudden transformation, Smith shoved forward experimentally. He was rewarded with tightening muscles and unbearable friction. Though he was a program, he understood, in programming language, the concept of pleasure and pain. He’d never really thought to feel it. But he did.
Blunt nails racked down his chest and Neo scrabbled for a handhold on flesh. Smith shuddered. He withdrew from Neo’s body and pushed back again. Hot breath scalded his cheek as Neo raised up to meet him.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
Smith began pumping in and out of Neo’s body, setting a steady, machine like rhythm. He felt Neo’s body clench around him and he groaned. His experiment was getting out of hand and he was long since past caring. He drove harder, hearing the squeak of the bedsprings, feeling the way the bed rocked beneath them. Neo held on tight, crushing their sweat slicked bodies together.
Something began building up inside Smith and he focused on the sensation, realizing for the first time that he was experiencing pleasure. He closed his eyes, breathing in the heady scent of Neo’s body, feeling the intense pleasure building and building. He pushed harder each time he entered Neo’s body and felt the human beneath him shudder. A litany of sounds poured from Neo’s mouth but the words were gibberish. Smith had never heard a more pleasing sound.
He pressed his face close to Neo’s and twined his fingers through the thick locks. He did not increase his pace nor shift his position, but kept his exact momentum and pace. Neo gasped in his ear and vocalized a long stream of curses.
“Now.Now.Now.” The friction of Smith’s body against his cock was unbelievable and he arched back, pressing closer to the hard stomach above him. He felt his balls draw closer to his body and he clenched his thighs as white cum spurted from his cock.
The muscles holding him so tightly suddenly spasmed as Neo shouted ‘now’ and a blinding light exploded behind Smith’s eyes. Taken by surprise, he went rigid and felt his body shudder violently. Every muscle, every fiber, of his being, seemed to explode and rearrange itself on the molecular level.
He felt his essence pour out of himself and into Neo. He could almost see the brilliant green programming numbers envelop Neo. Oddly, they did not rewrite Neo, but rather they merged with him so that the two combined.
Smith went limp, feeling exhausted and oddly fulfilled. He lay atop Neo, feeling their hearts beat together, imagined he could see—feel—their programming become one.
“This did not happen,” Neo whispered.
Smith shifted until he could stare down into Neo’s face. “Indeed, Mr. Anderson, it did. Though what did is frankly beyond my understanding.”
Neo’s pale face went smooth and expressionless for a moment. “The same thing that happens to ordinary people when they make love happened, Smith.”
Smith thought about that for a moment. He knew that there were many aspects of sex that he did not understand and he also knew there were many results. One of the results was the production of children and Smith pondered that for a moment, wondering if such a thing could happen.
“I do not think that is possible, Mr. Anderson.”
“My name is Neo,” the human growled. “And what do you mean you don’t think that is possible? It just happened. I felt your programming merge with mine. I know what we shared.”
Smith shifted and made himself more comfortable between Neo’s legs. He thought about what the human said and began to understand. There was an element to Neo’s summary that he was beginning to understand. He finally saw the aspect of human relations that he had been missing. “What does this mean?”
“It means next time, leave Trinity at home.”
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