Chapter 9—Xavier

XAVIER'S SYSTEMS GRADUALLY stabilized as he regained consciousness. The first thing he registered was Amaya's worried face hovering above him, her dark eyes wide with concern. He attempted to sit up, but his cybernetic limbs responded sluggishly.

"Easy," said Amaya, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from rising too quickly. "Your systems are still recalibrating after the overload."

Xavier focused on her touch, noting how the warmth of her hand seemed to spread through his synthetic skin. It was an odd sensation—one his cyborg brain struggled to categorize.

"The quantum core?" he asked, his deep voice slightly distorted by static.

Amaya's lips curved into a small smile. "Stable, thanks to you. You saved us all, and two cyborg volunteers rushed in to save you when you collapsed."

Xavier nodded, processing this information. He had acted on instinct, driven by an overwhelming need to protect the facility, the humans, his fellow cyborgs, and most of all, Amaya. The intensity of that impulse had surprised him. "How long was I offline?" he asked.

"About three hours," she said. "I... I was worried you might not wake up."

Her voice faltered slightly, and he detected an elevated heart rate and increased perspiration—signs of emotional distress. He reached out to grasp her hand. "I'm functional."

Her fingers tightened around his, and she ducked her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm just glad you're okay. When you collapsed, I thought..."

She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. He sat up slowly, still holding her hand. Their faces were close now, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.

"Amaya," he said, uncertain of what he wanted to say but compelled to speak nonetheless. "During the crisis, I experienced anomalies in my cognitive processes."

She tilted her head, curiosity replacing worry in her expression. "What kind of anomalies?"

Xavier frowned, struggling to articulate the unfamiliar sensations. "My primary directive was to stabilize the core, but I found myself equally concerned with your safety. It was distracting."

Amaya's eyes widened, and her pulse quickened further. "Oh. That's not an anomaly. That's called caring about someone."

The concept wasn't entirely foreign to Xavier, but he had never experienced it with such intensity before. "I don't understand how I can function efficiently if I am compromised by...caring."

She laughed softly, the sound stirring something within his chest. "It doesn't compromise you. It makes you stronger. When you have something—or someone—to fight for, you can accomplish incredible things."

As if to emphasize her point, she reached up with her free hand and traced the line of his jaw. He remained perfectly still, cataloging every sensation—the softness of her fingertips, the slight tremor in her touch, and the way his skin seemed to come alive beneath her caress.

The air between them crackled with energy, reminiscent of the quantum core but infinitely more potent. He leaned closer, drawn by an irresistible force. "I wish to initiate physical contact. Is this acceptable?"

A soft laugh escaped her lips. "Yes, Xavier. It's very acceptable."

He closed the remaining distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he deepened the kiss, one hand cupping the back of Amaya's head while the other splayed across her lower back. Like last time, and the time before, he was awed by the softness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, and the small sounds of pleasure she made as their tongues met.

When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips slightly swollen. He found the sight captivating.

"That was..." Amaya began, then shook her head, laughing. "I don't even have words."

He grinned. "I would like to repeat the experience, if you're amenable."

Amaya grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I'm very amenable."

This time, she initiated the kiss, and he responded eagerly. He pulled her onto his lap, relishing the feel of her body against his. His enhanced senses picked up every detail—the rapid beat of her heart, the warmth of her skin, and the subtle scent of her arousal.

As the kiss deepened, he began to explore, tracing the curves of Amaya's body through her clothing. She responded in kind, skimming her fingers over the cybernetic enhancements on his arms and chest.

"Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss to meet his gaze.

He nodded, his systems humming with a new kind of energy. "More than okay. Your touch awakens something in me I didn't remember existed."

Her expression showed tenderness and desire. "I feel the same way. I've never connected with anyone like this before."

She leaned in to kiss him again, but he hesitated, a thought occurring to him. "Amaya, I must inform you...my body is not fully organic. There are significant cybernetic components that may make intimate relations...challenging."

Amaya's smile didn't falter. "I'm a cybertech specialist, remember? I'm not afraid of a little challenge. Besides," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I find your cybernetic enhancements incredibly sexy."

A low growl rumbled in his chest, surprising them both. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Perhaps we should retire to more private quarters to continue this exploration."

Amaya's eyes darkened with desire. "I thought you'd never ask."

As Xavier stood, lifting Amaya effortlessly in his arms, he was amazed at the turn of events. For the first time since his cyber-conversion, Xavier felt truly alive, and as he carried Amaya toward his quarters, he silently thanked whatever cosmic force had brought them together.

He gently set Amaya down as they reached his quarters, keying in the access code with one hand while keeping the other firmly around her waist. As the door slid open, she turned to face him with obvious excitement and nervousness. "I want you."

Xavier cupped her face in his hands, wondering at how small and delicate she seemed compared to his cybernetic frame. "I want you too." He gently pushed her inside his quarters and sealed the door before kissing her deeply, pouring all of his passion and longing into the embrace. Amaya responded in kind, her body melting against his as the kiss intensified.

They stumbled into the bedroom, their movements fueled by a growing urgency. Her uniform suit seemed determined to withstand his suddenly shaking fingers as he struggled with the closures.

She laughed, a sound that sent a thrill through him. "Let me help."

Her nimble fingers made short work of the fastenings, and she shrugged out of the garment, leaving her clad only in a thin underlayer.

"You're beautiful." The words escaped him before he could stop them, but he meant every syllable.

She flushed, her skin turning a lovely shade of pink. "Thank you."

She reached for the fastening of her form-fitting bodysuit worn under the uniform, hesitating for a moment before pulling open the loops and letting the garment fall to the floor of his quarters.

His breath hitched when he took in the sight of her, naked and vulnerable before him. She was a vision of perfection, her body lithe and toned, with her curves accentuated by the soft light of the room.

She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his as she placed her hand on his chestplate. "I want you, Xavier," she said again. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to send a surge of desire through him, and he pulled her close, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

Their bodies pressed together, and he sensed the heat of her arousal through the thin layer of his own suit under the armor. His synthetic skin tingled where she touched it, with the sensation actually sharper than what he experienced on the patches of his real skin.

She moaned softly as he trailed kisses along her neck, moving her hands over his back and shoulders as she worked at the straps on his armor.

He helped her remove the pieces, each clattering to the floor in turn, until he was just in his uniform and underlayer. She took her time peeling the clothing off of him, tracing her fingers over the lines of his musculature and the smooth planes of his cybernetics.

When he was finally bare before her, she looked up at him with awe and desire. "You're incredible," she said, eyes wide as she took in the sight of him. "I'm a cybertech expert, and I've seen all manners of conversions, but you're the pinnacle of perfection, X."

He arched a brow. "X?"

She grinned. "A nickname. Do you like it?"

He nodded, unable to find the right words to express the depth of emotion he felt in that moment.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, pressing her body against his as she guided him to sit on the edge. She straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck as she kissed him again, her tongue exploring his mouth.

He groaned, gripping her hips as she rocked against him, the heat of her pussy teasing his cock through the fabric of her panties. He wanted her so badly, but he also wanted to savor the moment, to commit every detail to memory. He must have had sex before his conversion, but that was among the fractured memories left behind after the procedure. He was like a damned virgin again.

She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his jawline and to the sensitive skin of his neck. He shivered as she nipped at the spot where his pulse thrummed, her teeth grazing the synthetic skin.

She continued her exploration, moving her mouth lower to track the line of his collarbone and then the curve of his shoulder. Her hands followed, fingertips dancing over the contours of his muscles, and the ridges of his cybernetic enhancements.

Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through his body, and he was achingly hard now, desperate for her. "Amaya..." he said, his voice thick with need. "I want you."

She smiled with desire. "You have me, X." She reached between them to grasp his cock, stroking it slowly as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm yours."

With that, she eased herself onto her knees and kissed the tip of his cock, making him groan and shudder. "Do you like this?"

He hesitated. "I believe I do, but I have few memories of...previous encounters. Just bits and pieces, and nothing specifi—oh, my—" He broke off as her mouth engulfed him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

She hummed in amusement, the vibrations making him gasp and clutch at the sheets. She began to bob her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, working her hand in tandem to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. Still feeling like an inexperienced teenager, he struggled not to come too soon, but the sensation was overwhelming, and he feared he would reach his peak before long. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "I don't want to finish yet."

She released him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're so sexy when you talk dirty like that."

He pulled her back onto his lap to kiss her deeply, intent on giving her the same pleasure before he allowed his cock to be inside her slick pussy. Her panties proved no barrier to his determination, and he tore them, tossing them aside as she let out a moan of satisfaction.

She moaned once more when he kissed her, arching against his as she ground her now bare pussy against his cock. The slickness of her arousal coated him, and he had to taste her.

He lifted her off his lap and laid her on the bed, kneeling between her thighs. "I want to taste you."

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as he lowered his head to her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His processors amplified every exquisite scent and sensation, and he was drunk on her.

He traced the tip of his tongue along her slit, and she whimpered, bucking her hips against his mouth. He continued to explore her, learning what made her moan and writhe with pleasure. He found her clit and circled it with his tongue, and she cried out, clutching at the sheets.

"Xavier, please."

He continued to tease her, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for release. Finally, he relented, sliding two fingers into her tight pussy as he sucked on her clit. She came apart, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed over her.

He continued to work her through her climax, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and breathless. As she lay there panting, he moved up her body, kissing her skin as he went. "You're so beautiful."

She smiled, her cheeks flushed with color, as she opened her arms to him. "I want you inside me this time, X."

He smiled. "I would be pleased." He hesitated, some memory surfacing of needing certain precautions. "Can I make you pregnant?"

She hesitated. "Possibly. It varies with each cyborg. In your case, I believe your reproductive organs are fully intact, but I have a BioChip, so we have no worries."

"Ah, good." He kissed her again as he positioned himself at her entrance. "I'm ready to enter you."

She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation as she giggled slightly. "Making love with a cyborg is definitely interesting."

He pushed inside her, groaning at the tightness and wetness of her pussy. "You feel amazing."

She moaned, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. "So do you."

They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that brought them both to the edge of ecstasy. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back as she arched against him. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent as he drove into her. His processors were overwhelmed with the sensations, and pleasure flooded his body.

As she clenched around him, her release triggered his own. He came with a roar, spilling himself deeply inside her. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he emptied himself into her, and she shuddered with her own release.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, spent and sated. She curled against him, resting her head on his chest as she stroked his bald head, carefully avoiding the attachment at the base of his skull.

"That was incredible," she whispered.

He smiled, pulling her closer. "I agree."

She looked up at him, eyes shining with emotion. "I'm glad I met you, Xavier."

He kissed her forehead. "I am glad I met you too, Amaya." He'd expected his cybernetic existence to be one fueled by logic and strength, but he was glad to learn he hadn't left behind the capacity to love or be loved—particularly physically, as they were still joined. He squeezed his pelvic muscles, and her eyes widened. "I find my stamina has greatly increased in all areas. Would you like to engage in coitus again?"

She laughed as she angled up her head to brush her lips against his. "Perhaps it might be more fun just to fuck this time." With a wink, she drew him against her for round two.