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Desire

Flickering behind the screen where the black-haired man could not see him, he fixed his glittering green hair and waited, patiently, for a time when he could escape the prison and touch the object of his obsession.

A trojan, he was called, one who slipped in unnoticed with a ghastly payload. Except, he didn't think he was so bad. He hadn't really done anything too horrible. The black-haired man hadn't even noticed it yet. But then again, the black-haired man was much too interested in the translucent beautiful men naked on the screen that divided them.

A stray lock of green falling over his face, he peered out again, ignoring what was between them to watch as the black-haired man began his usual routine. He'd heard stories from some of his friends about what the people out there did, one-handed typing or something of the like.

He couldn't help touching himself while watching the black-haired man touch himself. The content of some of those stored images gave him plenty of ideas as well, not that they involved anything he hadn't managed to test out with his aforementioned friends. Sobig.F even came back with stories of how things worked with a real human. Somehow he was able to come and go at will, with his job finished for life and all the time on his hands that he could want.

But the one watching the black-haired man, he had no such expiration date nor sure way to escape, even though this was a computer, the first computer, that had proven itself capable of such transferrence. Sobig.F had left through this machine once.

Watching, he could see the black-haired man nearing his bliss, and just before, the computer made some sort of odd noise. Something popped up. A... virus warning? It felt like barbs were sinking into him suddenly, as the black-haired man reached over to click, and click, and...

If he had a heart, that's what he was using to hope that this wasn't the end. Not when they were both so close.

The screen flashed, and he felt no more. The gentle illumination of the screen wasn't there when he opened his eyes. Yet he was definitely still in one piece.

He heard a click, and blinking, he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Who are you?"

It was the black-haired man, looking ridiculous in his own way, his pants undone while still being the tough one.

"B...backdoor.seme. Your virus."

The gun was lowered.

"Virus?"

Well certainly he knew he didn't look human, not with his hair or pale mint skin.

"I snuck in, to watch you," Backdoor.seme replied. "I... desire you."

The black-haired man blinked before setting his gun down.

"Desire me?" he repeated, offering a hand that was quickly taken.

Backdoor.seme nodded, getting to his feet and hoping his nudity wasn't too much of a distraction. Not that he cared. In the long silence that followed, he stepped forward to kiss the black-haired man's lips, finally getting the first taste of what he had been waiting for.