Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 02:51:30 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Free to Good Home, final chapter

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Free to Good Home ~ final chapter

by Biscuit


I wasn't much use at work on Monday but it was the day
before Christmas and nobody else was getting much done
either. I didn't have to pretend to be able to make my brain
focus on MilkMan, XLab's new recreational lactation drug.

Rory was doing last minute shopping, using the XLab's
network, of course.

"Why are you moping?" he asked, late in the day, catching
me staring off into space. He didn't even look up from his
screen; it was like he could just feel it in the air. "Tiger's
home. We're getting out of here early and he'll be waiting
for you to hump him the minute you walk through the door.
You should have that 'oh God, is my dick hard,' look on
your face."

I didn't bother to blush. I think after all I'd been through
with Rory that weekend: the party, the terror over Tiger's
kidnapping and then hashing things out with him about my
brother, I was beyond blushing.

My screen was still on but he'd caught me a million miles
away.

"Don't ask," I said, thinking he'd just get pissed off if he
knew what was bothering me. I looked back at my screen
where the MilkMan demo was running in a soundless loop.
A sunny bedroom, a happy, smiling man gazing down at his
husband's full milky breasts. "Off," I muttered to blank the
images. I couldn't even pretend to look at the thing again.

"Tell me what's wrong and get it over with," Rory said,
swiveling away from his screen to look at me straight on.
He had a sprig of something like holly stuck in the twist
of his hair. "It's not Sam, is it?"

"No, not Sam."

It was the manbot. Roget. I wasn't afraid of him anymore.
Now that Tiger was home and I knew the history of their
relationship, the manbot haunted my thoughts for very
different reasons.

Tiger told me that Roget had found us by tracking down
inquiries about Ty63 to XLabs and my home work station.
He'd shadowed me, studied me, trying to determine what kind
of person I was and how I was treating the boybot he loved.

He'd been there the night we went for the midnight walk by
the river. He was there when Tiger had leapt to his feet to
protect me.

Even though he saw that his mate had bonded to me, he still
believed that if the boybot he knew as Tyler were free to
choose, he'd choose to be with him.

I didn't say so to Tiger, but in my heart I wondered myself
why Tiger didn't want him. I wondered if Tiger's bond with me
was rooted in his old programming. He'd become attached to
me while he was still subject to what he called the primary
directive. Roget was made for him, perfect for him. I thought
the time would come when Tiger would see that. That time, I
thought, would be when I aged. And wouldn't it be better for
Tiger, I thought, to be with a partner like himself.

"It's the manbot," I said, finding my friend still looking at
me, waiting for an answer.

He sighed, sitting back in his chair.

"You're so predictable," he said. "If there's something to
feel bad about you always find it." He said it without any
anger. He leaned across the desk with his hands out. "Come
here," he said, and I rolled my chair closer, relieved he
wasn't going to lecture me. Far from it. I knew he was
going to kiss me and oddly enough, I welcomed it.

It wasn't like I used to think it would be if Rory and I ever
broke down and had sex with each other. Our friendship
wasn't ruined. I didn't feel the dread at the sight of him that
hit me when confronted by guys I'd gone home with and run
out on. He was still Rory. Still my friend. Only a little more
patient and affectionate. He put his hands on the sides of my
face and kissed me.

Maybe it was just the distraction, or the fact that he wasn't
mad at me or impatient. For the first time, I got the caring
full strength, that was usually mixed with annoyance.

"You worry too much," he said, sweet as could be. "You
can't help yourself." He let me go and sat back.

"That manbot," he said, "is as free as Tiger is and Tiger's
the one you should be thinking about now." He grinned at
me then. "You know he's probably strung your whole place
with tinsel by now and cooked up God knows what for your
dinner."

That made me smile. I'd told Rory the story of Tiger
waking me up that morning with a twenty credit slip he'd
found in a pocket when he was going through my laundry.

"Look what I found, Toby!"

"Twenty credits," I'd said, squinting at it sleepily, trying
to wake up and pay attention.

"Most likely you've forgotten you even had it," he said.
"And I could use it to buy a small tinsel tree. Also one or
two vegetables from the vender on Beacon Street."

The memory of him sitting in front of me, naked, his cock
showing his excitement as he displayed the carefully flattened
scrap of paper, gave me an ache all over to see him and touch
him.

"It's yours," I'd told him. He didn't need to talk me into
giving him money, I would have given him anything I had.
I only hesitated at the thought of him going out by himself.
But there was nothing to be afraid of now, no one to hide
him from. There were no more mysteries.


"There you go," Rory said. "That's the look. Keep thinking
whatever you're thinking and go home."

I was grateful. For more than leaving early. For the kiss,
for him putting things back in perspective for me.



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Blessed be the Creator.
Blessed be Toby.
I am blessed to love and be loved by him.


I had intended to buy a few vegetables and a small tinsel
tree to decorate our home in keeping with the holiday
season. Instead, I had our foodpacks replaced by Urban
FoodCo, a superior distributor. They also delivered an
assortment of fresh produce and a lovely tinsel tree.

My brothers made this possible. Rocket and Ti'jou showed
up at my door only minutes after Toby left for work. They
had given me a day to myself with my beloved but were
determined to demonstrate that I was still part of a family
and to insure that I knew it, which included giving me
access to funds they believed were mine as much as theirs.

"It's a tiny place," said Ti'jou, who found he'd explored the
entire condo in a matter of seconds.

"Yes it is," I admitted. Rocket was seated at Toby's work
station, structuring my accounts. He looked at me.

"Are you happy here, Tiger?"

"Yes," I assured him. Any place Toby was I would be happy,
but this place in particular had become precious to me.

"You could be happy at home if you brought your human to
live with us," Ti'jou said. "Why should you live in this small
place?"

"This is our home," I said.

"Ti'jou," Rocket's voice scolded gently. My blue-haired brother
bowed his head for a moment and then he looked up at me.

"I promised Rocket not to make an issue of you coming home.
So I won't. But it's a fact that this place is extremely small. Not
desirable."

He cast a look over his shoulder at Rocket, and I speculated that
Ti'jou was unable to see his bot mate from a distance without
experiencing a separation crisis. He rushed to Rocket and tumbled
face down across his lap, looking very small on the manbot's big
thighs. I admired the tailoring of Ti'jou's snug suit and the way its
fabric hugged his backside. Rocket was dressed in loose clothing,
also beautifully tailored, and a greatcoat like the one that Roget
wore. I tried to envision Toby in a finely made shirt and trouser
outfit like Rocket wore and the image was very appealing. Clothes
shopping, I decided, would come right after food shopping on my
agenda for the day. My eyes lingered on my brother boybot's ass.
Rocket was stroking and pinching Ti'jou's bottom and thighs and
I was observing closely.

I'd been exposed to their affectionate sexual behavior before, but
this was the first time that seeing it affected me physically. The
large manbot hand manipulating Ti'jou's buttocks was decidedly
stimulating to watch. I felt pleasure edged with small anxiety.
What I felt was not forbidden, but it was unfamiliar.

I was naked and the effect that watching them had on me was
immediately apparent. Rocket's dark eyes seemed to sparkle at
the sight of my erection. His smile lessened my anxiety.

"Come closer, brother," he said. And I did. He was unfastening
the back of Ti'jou's suit, exposing his naked cheeks to me. It made
Ti'jou moan happily and rock sensuously on the powerful manbot
thigh.

Extraordinary. I touched Ti'jou's soft skin, intensely aware that
my body was the same shape and texture as my brother's; this, I
speculated, was what Toby felt when he touched me. I judged
Ti'jou's ass to be very desirable and that gave me great pleasure
for myself, and for Toby.

Rocket gazed at me, and spoke. The Rog series' voices were
meant to convey a rich, mature masculinity. Rocket wielded
his with a mastery I'd previously been immune to -- it was full
of emotion and texture -- the sound was like a stroke of velvet
to my senses.

"It's my belief," he said, "that you're at home here, but you'll be
closer to us now than you ever could have been before. Living
here or there, it doesn't matter."

Thoughtful words, pleasurable modulation. I kissed him.

It was not the passion I experienced with Toby but it was
arousing to kiss Rocket as his fingers surrounded my cock.
He was guiding me to Ti'jou's ass. Very pleasurable.

I may admit, with no disrespect for my brother boybot, that as
I thrust my cock in his worthy backside, it was my beloved I
envisioned, imagining what he felt as he fucked me. Ti'jou's
firm little mounds bouncing against my groin made me feel
grateful for my own backside. It was this doubled joy, mine
and the sensations I conjectured for Toby, as much as my
brother's tight slippery sheath, which caused me to fall on his
back and embrace him in ecstasy.

Blessed be familial intimacy and financial gain.


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Tiger was beside himself with excitement when I got home.
His cock was rising like a barometer of his happiness as he
tried to show me the small tree that he'd decorated, tell me
the story of his brothers' visit, and explain the menu for
dinner, all at the same time.

Ti'jou, Rocket, something about Urban foods. I couldn't
even begin to make sense of it, unable to focus on anything
but the need to get my aching hard-on out of my pants and
into his ass. I'd taken Rory's advice and I was suffering
from an acute case of needing to fuck him before I could
do anything else.

I dropped my pack and started shedding clothes, which
stopped him, eyes wide and staring at me with his hand
wrapped around his dick.

"I want to hear everything, Tiger, but please tell me later,"
I begged him. "I want you so bad I can't think."

For a moment I thought he might hit the floor when his
eyes shut, but they opened and he dove for our bed. Like
a cat, he landed on all fours with his tail in the air.


Eventually, I heard all about the visit of the brothers and
about Urban FoodCo. More than anything, Tiger seemed
excited about dinner.

"You're going to eat fresh vegetables tonight," he told me,
snuggling on top of me. I said okay, too happy and sated to
think about what that might mean. I would find out soon
enough.

Tiger's eyes shone at me as he set down a plate of soggy
green something.

"What is it?" I asked him, stalling. He came scurrying
around the table and stood on the bottom side rung of my
stool so we were at eye level with each other. He put his
arm around the back of my neck and fixed me with a
determined look.

"It's spinach, Toby," he said. "Very delicious," he assured
me, "and very good for you."

He picked up a pinch of the wet looking leaves and held it up
to my mouth. What could I do? I had to eat it. Thank God it
didn't taste as bad as it looked. I put my arm around his waist
to distract myself with the satiny feel of him pressed up against
me. He fed me another big pinch of it and started kissing my
cheek, urging me to keep eating.

"It's so nutritious," he said, like a whisper of sweet nothings
in my ear. "It's enriching your blood right now, making you
strong and healthy so you can be mine for many, many years."

Many, many years. I closed my eyes.

As young and even innocent as he sometimes seemed to me,
there was that part of Tiger that spoke from a vantage point
I always found hard to describe. It was a perspective he had
that was foreign to me, that I could only think of as old or
wise. What it really was, I think, was his bot nature. A view
of me and the world that I only got glimmers of from time
to time. With his lips pressed against the side of my face I
became aware of my own muscles moving under my skin as
I chewed; of being a creature of flesh and blood, muscles and
bone. I felt defined by his soft touch. He loved me. He knew
I was human, that I would age and die. And still he loved me.
He wanted to be with me as long as he could be. I felt his
love in the food he'd cooked for me, in the touch of his lips.

I thought about the words that he'd written on his own chest;
the words that I'd cried over as I washed them off his skin
two weeks before.

Free bot to good home. So desperate he'd been to find a
human companion.

But it didn't matter that he'd come to me driven by that need.
No more than it mattered that I brought him home because I
couldn't walk away from the image of my brother Sam.

Both of us were free. I vowed to myself, in the simple act of
eating the spinach, that I'd give him the best home I possibly
could, for as long as I was alive and able to love him.