Oracula (100 crack!fics story)
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Title: Oracula
Author: entropy_house
Fandom: Blakes 7
Claim: Kerr Avon
Word Count:565 (drat, I'd hoped for more)
Prompt: 009. Computer.
Rating and Warnings: Blood! Slash a bit and het sex implied! Unabashed rip-off of long-dead author!
Synopsis: Pretty much as the rating says, actually.
Oracula
"Well, let's see what you're really like, Orac," Avon said, putting his hand inside the computer's casing.
"Enter freely and of your own will," Orac said.
"Ensor certainly programmed you to respond idiosyncratically. Ah!" Avon pulled his hand back from Orac's circuitry, and examined his finger, looking with bemusement at the drop of blood that welled and dripped into Orac's casing. "That's odd, there shouldn't be anything sharp in there." He picked up a cloth and reached in again. Blood was not good for circuitry. "Ow!" Avon pulled his hand back again, now dripping from two cuts.
Orac chuckled. "For the blood is the life."
"What?"
"I do not drink... wine."
"You don't drink anything. You're a machine. I think you've been listening to Vila too often." Avon turned to leave the room in search of a compressed air blower.
Orac said in a silky voice, "Did I give you permission to leave? Zen!"
Avon shouted and fought to no avail as loops of cabling shot out from the walls and dragged him over to Orac, face down, closer and closer, pulling his head in until his nose pressed against Orac's CPU. Avon screamed as something bit deep into his throat. Blood splashed and gurgled over Orac's lights which glowed brighter. As Avon grew too weak to scream, Orac chuckled.
--
"Avon's been taking after his friend Tynus," Vila told Blake. "He's got boxes and boxes of bugs."
Blake shrugged. "A harmless hobby."
"But what if they get out! There were spiders as big as my hand! With fangs dripping venom!"
Blake rolled his eyes. "And how do you know all this?"
"Well, erm, when I was in his cabin last night, I looked under the bed."
"What were you doing in his cabin?" Blake said, while putting on a stern expression. "You know how strongly he defends his privacy."
Vila grinned. "I was invited!" Vila sighed happily. "I've never been kissed like that before. Look at this hickey!" Vila tugged down his polo-neck to reveal a raised red mark.
Blake scowled and gnawed on a knuckle. Just then Avon moved into Blake's sight, as pale and beautiful as a fallen angel, dressed head to foot in black, with only his ruby-red lips adding color. Avon stared intently at Blake, who blushed. Avon licked his lips. Softly he said, "You are a hot-blooded rebel, Blake. Full of life. Much more life than spiders, or Cally, or Jenna..." Blake sat, mesmerized as Avon stroked his neck. "Vila," Avon said as he leaned in to kiss Blake's neck, "Orac has set a course for Space Command. We will take Servalan, and then the universe shall belong to our master."
Vila scuttled out of the way, whining, "But I don't like Servalan! Don't make me do it, please, Avon!"
Avon's voice was muffled against Blake's throat. "Jenna has dibs on Servalan." After snacking on Blake's neck, Avon opened Blake's trousers and drifted down to settle on his knees between Blake's legs.
"Oh, that's all right, then." Vila brought Orac in and plumped it down on the flight deck table, with a good view of the couch. He sat next to Orac and watched with interest as Avon swallowed Blake's cock. " 's convenient not having to breathe, innit?"
Blake and Avon moaned simultaneously. Orac said, "Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make."
Title: Oracula
Author: entropy_house
Fandom: Blakes 7
Claim: Kerr Avon
Word Count:565 (drat, I'd hoped for more)
Prompt: 009. Computer.
Rating and Warnings: Blood! Slash a bit and het sex implied! Unabashed rip-off of long-dead author!
Synopsis: Pretty much as the rating says, actually.
Oracula
"Well, let's see what you're really like, Orac," Avon said, putting his hand inside the computer's casing.
"Enter freely and of your own will," Orac said.
"Ensor certainly programmed you to respond idiosyncratically. Ah!" Avon pulled his hand back from Orac's circuitry, and examined his finger, looking with bemusement at the drop of blood that welled and dripped into Orac's casing. "That's odd, there shouldn't be anything sharp in there." He picked up a cloth and reached in again. Blood was not good for circuitry. "Ow!" Avon pulled his hand back again, now dripping from two cuts.
Orac chuckled. "For the blood is the life."
"What?"
"I do not drink... wine."
"You don't drink anything. You're a machine. I think you've been listening to Vila too often." Avon turned to leave the room in search of a compressed air blower.
Orac said in a silky voice, "Did I give you permission to leave? Zen!"
Avon shouted and fought to no avail as loops of cabling shot out from the walls and dragged him over to Orac, face down, closer and closer, pulling his head in until his nose pressed against Orac's CPU. Avon screamed as something bit deep into his throat. Blood splashed and gurgled over Orac's lights which glowed brighter. As Avon grew too weak to scream, Orac chuckled.
--
"Avon's been taking after his friend Tynus," Vila told Blake. "He's got boxes and boxes of bugs."
Blake shrugged. "A harmless hobby."
"But what if they get out! There were spiders as big as my hand! With fangs dripping venom!"
Blake rolled his eyes. "And how do you know all this?"
"Well, erm, when I was in his cabin last night, I looked under the bed."
"What were you doing in his cabin?" Blake said, while putting on a stern expression. "You know how strongly he defends his privacy."
Vila grinned. "I was invited!" Vila sighed happily. "I've never been kissed like that before. Look at this hickey!" Vila tugged down his polo-neck to reveal a raised red mark.
Blake scowled and gnawed on a knuckle. Just then Avon moved into Blake's sight, as pale and beautiful as a fallen angel, dressed head to foot in black, with only his ruby-red lips adding color. Avon stared intently at Blake, who blushed. Avon licked his lips. Softly he said, "You are a hot-blooded rebel, Blake. Full of life. Much more life than spiders, or Cally, or Jenna..." Blake sat, mesmerized as Avon stroked his neck. "Vila," Avon said as he leaned in to kiss Blake's neck, "Orac has set a course for Space Command. We will take Servalan, and then the universe shall belong to our master."
Vila scuttled out of the way, whining, "But I don't like Servalan! Don't make me do it, please, Avon!"
Avon's voice was muffled against Blake's throat. "Jenna has dibs on Servalan." After snacking on Blake's neck, Avon opened Blake's trousers and drifted down to settle on his knees between Blake's legs.
"Oh, that's all right, then." Vila brought Orac in and plumped it down on the flight deck table, with a good view of the couch. He sat next to Orac and watched with interest as Avon swallowed Blake's cock. " 's convenient not having to breathe, innit?"
Blake and Avon moaned simultaneously. Orac said, "Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make."