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Fic: “The Body Electric” 4

Title: The Body Electric Summary: Filmmaker Phil Lester finds his computer infected by a surprisingly endearing artificial intelligence virus that calls itself D.A.N. Phil just calls him Dan. Rating: Mature (The latter half of this chapter consists of an explicit sex scene. If you prefer to avoid reading such material—whether it’s because you’re ace, because you’re young, or just because you don’t like reading smut—you can skip this chapter entirely, and I will summarize it at the beginning of the next chapter so that you don’t miss anything important. You can also, if you wish, read this chapter up to the first divider marks, because there’s nothing sexual before that point.) Word Count: 3.6k (this chapter) Tags: Phandom Reverse Bang, Science Fiction AU, Computers, Virus!Dan, Rather Unconventional Romance Thanks: This story was inspired by a prompt from the artist @lilacskylester in the @phandomreversebang. Their art for the fic is here! The story is straying from the original prompt, but that’s still where the inspiration came from. You can also read the whole fic on AO3

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[ The Body Electric Chapter Masterlist ]

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Chapter 4: Together

The doorbell rang far too early one morning, and Phil ran down the stairs in his pajamas to get the post. It was a large box from a company called Ultrahaptics, which he’d never heard of, and he wondered if perhaps he’d received a neighbor’s package by mistake.

But no. The box had his own name and address printed clearly on the label. It had been shipped from within the UK, but Phil had absolutely no idea what it might be. He opened the package and found some high-tech stuff he didn’t recognize, including some rather frightening-looking electrodes.

Then he found the order slip inside the package and saw that the purchase had been made by someone with the first name of “Dan” and the last name of “Dan,” with the email address of “[email protected].” Phil rolled his eyes and hauled the box, with its mysterious contents inside, down the hall to his office.

“What the heck is this?” he asked Dan, whose innocent face gazed out at him from the computer screen.

“I told you I would find a way,” Dan replied simply, but there was a smug little smirk on those lips. And beneath the smugness, Phil could perceive a sort of percolating excitement, as if Dan could barely sit still. Not that he was sitting at all, since he didn’t have a physical body, but that was still the impression he gave.

Phil looked down at the box again and pulled a strange helmet-type thing out of firmly protective moulded foam. He held it up so that Dan would easily see it from the computer’s camera, then he reached down and picked up the cord that ended in the freaky electrodes and waved them around.

“Hey!” Dan objected loudly. “Be careful with those! This was very expensive, you know!”

Phil raised an eyebrow. “How did you buy something at all, let alone something very expensive?”

Dan sniffed. “There’s a corrupt member of Parliament who’ll never miss this amount of money from his account in the Caymans.”

“You stole money! To buy … this … thing?” Phil shouted in horrified disbelief.

Dan sighed, “I only stole money that someone else had already stolen. So it wasn’t his money in the first place. And, like I said, this guy is practically made of ill-gotten gains, so he’ll never notice the tiny bit that’s missing.”

Phil’s curiosity finally got the best of him. “What is all this stuff?” he asked, looking down at the mysterious equipment in his hands, and the rest that still remained wrapped in plastic inside the box.

“It’s our answer,” Dan crowed, his flickering, video-pixelated face practically glowing with triumph. “I told you I would find a way for us to be together, and I found a way.”

Phil held up the strange items in his hands and asked in his most dubious voice, “This is the way?”

“This technology uses electricity and ultrasound to stimulate all your senses. We’ll be able to communicate touch, texture, pressure, warmth, scent … everything!”

Phil frowned. “How can it do all that? And how could it help us … be together? And what does that even mean?”

Dan smiled excitedly. “Well, the body’s senses are really just nerves firing in your brain, just electricity traveling along axons from one neuron to another. And that’s what I am: electricity. This will help translate your electricity and my electricity, and then we’ll be able to interact directly! I’ll be able to touch you!”

Phil looked nervously at the electrodes in his hand. “Um … where do these go?”

Dan just laughed. “On your head, you moron! All your senses send information to your brain, and that’s where you interpret all of them … this will just allow you to send them to me, and for you to feel what I’m sending to you, too.” After a moment, Dan added, “Sex is just electricity.” He shrugged his shoulders like this was simple and obvious instead of utterly insane. “We’ll be what sex is made of.”

“You’re wanting…” Phil trailed off, then cleared his throat and tentatively finished his thought. “You want to have sex?”

Dan’s brow furrowed and he looked uncertain, even a little hurt. “I thought you wanted that, too. I thought … you said … if you’re really in love with me, like you said…”

But Phil shushed him, “Of course I want that, Dan. Of course.” He looked again at the box and his hands full of strange objects. “I just didn’t expect it to involve so much … technology.”

Dan laughed. “I am technology, Phil! So … how does the Spice Girls song go? If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”

Phil snorted. “Oh my god. That is the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” But he was giggling now. “Okay, so all this stuff goes on my head? What do I have to do?”

“Read the instructions,” Dan said impatiently. “I’ll wait for your incredibly slow human brain to figure it all out.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Wow. The snide comments and snazzy electrodes are really getting me in the mood, you computerized Casanova.”

Dan laughed again, and he looked so happy that Phil couldn’t help joining in. What the heck was going on? He wasn’t sure, but something nervous began to squirm in his stomach, because this could be pretty fucking incredible if it worked!

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A couple hours later, with electrodes attached across his forehead and temples, Phil donned the strange helmet and asked Dan nervously, “Now what?”

“Just push the button on the side of the helmet to boot up the system … and you’ll be with me.”

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Instead of sitting in his chair with a strange helmet on his head, Phil found himself suddenly standing in a space that looked like the middle of his office, but he wasn’t wearing the helmet anymore … and another man was with him. It looked like the animated portrait of Dan he’d been seeing and talking to on his computer screen for weeks … except he looked like a real person, not something made of tiny video building blocks.

“This is what you really look like?” Phil asked quietly.

“In my mind,” Dan answered, his voice just as hushed.

“That’s where we are? In your mind?” Phil repeated in wonder.

Dan made a contemplative face. “Sort of. We’re sort of in both our minds.”

Phil tentatively reached out a hand and stroked the back of his fingers against Dan’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed in wonder.

Dan shivered and whispered, “I’ve never … no one has ever touched me before.”

Phil realized that this was literally true. As a computer construct, Dan had never experienced the sensation of touch before, and was only experiencing it now thanks to the complicated equipment he’d basically stolen from some dirty politician.

“Let’s start with hands first, okay?” Phil suggested.

Dan just nodded. “Whatever you think is best. I only know what I’ve read about. I don’t know what it will actually feel like.”

Phil lowered his hand from Dan’s cheek to take gentle hold of his hand. Dan squeezed his eyes shut, and Phil immediately asked, “Does that hurt?”

“No,” Dan gasped. “It feels … your hand is so soft … and so warm … just the way you look in the mornings. I just didn’t know what it would actually feel like, but now I do.” Dan opened his eyes to gaze at Phil in wonder. “I don’t ever want you to let go of my hand. I want to feel you forever.”

Phil blushed. He’d immediately thought about other parts of him that Dan could feel, parts that would feel even better, but that all seemed crass in the face of Dan’s innocent enjoyment of simple hand holding.

He squeezed Dan’s hand gently and Dan stared at him, hesitantly reaching out with his other hand to take Phil’s other hand too. Dan smiled. “I’d like to try a hug … if you want,” Dan requested shyly.

“I’ve been wanting to hug you for weeks,” Phil answered honestly, and then very gently enfolded Dan in his arms. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist and stepped close so that their entire bodies touched very slightly. “Is this too much?” Phil asked. “Too fast?”

Dan shook his head, then rested his forehead against Phil’s shoulder for a moment before pulling back to gaze longingly into Phil’s eyes. “May I kiss you?” Dan asked quietly. Phil could only nod.

Their bodies still touching lightly along their entire lengths, Dan leaned forward very slowly until his lips just barely brushed Phil’s. Softly, so softly. So delicate. It was like the scene Phil had written and filmed for Star Stricken, except a million times better because it was actually happening, and he was actually as much in love as those characters had been in his imagination. He’d wished for it, yes, but he’d never really believed that he would ever actually have this. Tears sprang to his eyes.

Dan pulled away slightly to give him a worried look. “Happy tears,” Phil explained quickly, and gave him a tremulous smile. “I never thought I’d have a kiss even better than Star Stricken.”

Dan’s lips trembled when he replied, “I never thought I’d have a kiss at all.” And then he leaned in again for another kiss, still gentle, but now slightly firmer as he gained confidence. After a moment, he pulled away, panting, and rested his head on Phil’s shoulder again.

“Too much?” Phil asked again, and Dan simply turned his head to press a quick kiss to Phil’s neck. Phil gasped at the sensual touch, but did not want to rush Dan when this was all so new to him.

“I’d like to kiss the rest of you, too,” Dan suggested tentatively. “But maybe … without clothes?”

Phil’s eyes widened. Apparently he’d shown more careful concern for Dan than was strictly necessary. “Right here in my office?” he asked, voice pitched a bit high as he glanced around at the furniture that wasn’t particularly well-suited to naked body kissing. He eyed the swiveling office chair dubiously.

Dan suddenly smiled in obvious excitement. “I’ve never seen your bedroom! Let’s go there instead! Can you take me there?”

“Um … I don’t know. Can I? I mean, how does this virtual reality thing work?” Phil bit his lip in uncertainty. But was he really biting his lip, or just biting his virtual lip? This was all very confusing.

Dan took his hand and led him toward the door out of the office. “You know where your bedroom is and what it looks like, so just … take me there. Imagine it, and we’ll live it.”

Still holding Dan’s hand, Phil led him out to the hallway and into his bedroom. Dan looked around at the blue and green duvet, the various artwork on the walls, the dresser with the plushies on top. Phil let him have a good look until Dan turned to face him again.

“I like your room,” Dan said. “Can we take our clothes off now?”

Phil sputtered. “Wow. I’ve never heard that conversational combination before. But … um … sure.” He very gently slid his hands to Dan’s waist and then beneath the edge of the t-shirt to touch his bare skin. “You’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt,” he commented, slightly distracted.

“I wanted to dress like you,” Dan replied, his eyes closed, his breath coming fast. “Please, Phil. Can we go faster? I know you might want to go slow, but I’ve been waiting so long…”

“I just didn’t want to rush you,” Phil explained. “With this all being so new.”

“Now that I’ve had my first taste,” Dan replied, “I just want everything all at once. I want you. I want everything I’ve read about, everything I’ve dreamed about, everything I’ve fantasized about while I watched you wanking in that office chair when I couldn’t touch you…”

“Okay, okay,” Phil soothed him. “You can touch me now. You can touch me and kiss me all you like. We can do everything you want.”

“Everything?” Dan asked with a sly smile.

Phil made an exaggeratedly frightened face, despite the fact that he was fairly certain Dan was teasing him.

“Do you know what I want the most?” Dan asked, then bit his lip as if wishing he could call the words back.

“What?” Phil asked, running a hand into Dan’s hair. Dan leaned into the touch, like a cat being petted. “What is it you want, love?” Dan’s eyes opened wide at the word.

“My love,” Dan whispered. “You are. And I’m yours. I never could have imagined this. None of this. I never could have imagined that I could have this with you.” He turned his head to kiss Phil’s hand that had been stroking his hair.

“What was it you wanted?” Phil coaxed. “You were going to tell me what you wanted most of all, and I was going to give it to you.”

“Really?” Dan asked, lowering his head slightly and looking up at Phil through his eyelashes. “Even if I wanted … I mean, you probably thought … you probably wouldn’t…”

Phil laughed, but gently, so Dan would know that it was fond and not cruel. “Just tell me, love. What do you want with me?”

“I want to … be inside you. I want to … fuck you. Does that sound crude? I did warn you that I’d seen and read a fair amount of porn.” Dan looked endearingly nervous.

“It’s not crude,” Phil reassured him. “And even if it was, you’re allowed to be crude here. You’re allowed to say ‘fuck’ and ‘dick’ and ‘cock’ and anything else you want to say. This is just us. You aren’t going to offend me. I want you, Dan. Remember that. I want you.”

“What I’ve fantasized most about,” Dan admitted hesitantly, “is me being really confident, and holding you down, and fucking you. Because I feel like you’ve been helping me all this time, and I’ve always been in this position of being … less. Less than you. And I want to have the power, you know? I want to have you. For my own. I want to hold you down and fuck you and make you mine.”

Phil had pulled his shirt over his head before Dan had even finished talking. “That sounds fucking fantastic to me,” he grinned at Dan.

“Really?” Dan asked, eyes wide with surprise.

“I love you,” Phil said simply. “I’m in love with you, and we’re equals. You can fuck me into the mattress as many times as you want, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be begging for more. And I bet in virtual reality we don’t have to worry about waiting until we can … you know … go again. So it can be all fucking, all the time, with no breaks at all.” Phil grinned at him, pulling off his own jeans and quickly getting completely naked.

Dan still stood fully dressed, hesitating. Phil slid his hands up under Dan’s t-shirt, brushing his fingers lightly up Dan’s back, making Dan shiver. “Come on,” Phil whispered in Dan’s ear, realizing that he just needed a little encouragement to get past his nerves. “Take off these clothes and fuck me. I want you, Dan. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me slow, and I want you to fuck me fast, and I want you to fuck me gentle, and I want you to fuck me hard…”

At the last word, Dan tackled Phil onto the bed like an animal that had been coiled to spring. “Yes,” Dan gritted out. “That. That’s what I want.” Phil helped him with his clothes, and they almost seemed to just melt away with none of the embarrassing difficulty often involved in real-world undressing. Dan held Phil down by the biceps and leaned down to kiss him, hard, biting, as if he’d lost control. It was glorious. Their bodies were naked and rubbing together, but with no uncomfortable friction, only pleasure, only silken skin and tense muscles and jutting cocks desperately seeking … something. Anything.

“I want you to roll over,” Dan said. “Just at first, just … this is how I imagined it when I watched you that first time. I imagined you on your hands and knees, with me behind you … and pushing into you…”

Phil rolled over and got onto his hands and knees. “Do it,” he begged. “Do it. Now. I want you, Dan. Fuck me. As hard as you want.”

Apparently lube and stretching weren’t necessary in this virtual reality where everything just magically worked without effort or repercussions, because Dan suddenly surged up behind Phil, holding him by the hip with one hand and guiding his cock into Phil’s waiting hole with the other. He didn’t go slow, either. As soon as he had slid partway inside—Phil felt the stretch just enough but not too much—he put his hand on Phil’s other hip and used both hands to hold Phil in place as he pumped into him like a piston. “Oh my god,” Dan moaned, and then his hands let go of Phil’s hips and seemed to wander everywhere, down along Phil’s thighs, across Phil’s chest, and then finally—finally!—to Phil’s cock, which he grasped and stroked in time with his thrusts. He let one hand stray up to Phil’s chest again to pinch a nipple, making Phil buck beneath him. “Does it feel good?” he leaned over to breathe in Phil’s ear.

“It feels amazing,” Phil gasped. And it did. It felt like nothing he’d ever had before. He’d had sex before, in a variety of ways with a variety of partners, but it had never felt this intense, this incredible flare of heat from nearly the first moment. “Fuck, Dan! Jesus! Fuck me harder!”

And Dan did, grabbing onto Phil’s hips again for leverage and driving into him over and over again. Apparently prostates were extremely easy to find in imagined worlds, and so Dan was now hitting Phil’s spot with every thrust, and soon Phil was leaning down to rest his cheek on the bed so that he had both hands free to reach down and stroke himself while fondling his own balls. His fingertips could feel where Dan’s thickness was sliding in and out of him, which only got him hotter. “Yeah,” Dan breathed above him. “I like to see you like that,” and he stroked a hand down Phil’s back to his hair where his head rested on the bed. He twined his fingers in Phil’s hair. “I like to see you bent over for me, all for me.” Dan was panting heavily now, his words guttural and staccato with his thrusts. “All for me. Mine. You’re mine.”

Suddenly, Phil found himself beginning to come, and he wanted Dan to know it, so he called out, “Fuck, Dan, I’m coming!” He continued thrusting into his fist, squeezing his own balls to increase the pleasure. Still pumping himself, prolonging his orgasm, he continued moaning. “You made me come, Dan, fucking me like that. Come inside me. Fuck me until you come. I want to feel you come. I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name as you come in me.”

Then Dan cried out wordlessly, sounding like he was in pain, and the cry tapered off into a groan of Phil’s name, over and over again, as he continued to thrust, slower now but still deep and hard, until finally he stopped, both hands on Phil’s hips in a vice grip, his cock still as far into Phil’s body as possible, his whole body shuddering, before he collapsed on Phil’s back, both of them making an “oof” sound and then rolling onto their sides, spooned with Dan behind Phil, wrapping his arms around him and holding him as tight as he had a moment ago, but with less desperation and more satisfaction. More contentment. Ironically, more connection.

They lay there catching their breath until finally Dan said, “That was okay?” and Phil laughed. Dan started to pull his arms away, misunderstanding, so Phil turned to face him, knowing that the happiness on his face would be obvious. Dan sighed with relief and kissed Phil, pulling him into his arms again, now with their bodies facing each other.

“Was it everything you wanted?” Phil asked him, kissing Dan’s chin and neck and cheek. Peppering him with kisses now that the intensity had waned and they could be relaxed and soft together like this.

“Not even close,” Dan replied, his face intense, and Phil pulled back to look at him, confused. He’d thought Dan had enjoyed that. It certainly had seemed like he did.

“I want to touch you a million different ways! I want to learn all the ways to give you pleasure, and all the ways to give me pleasure, and how many different positions we might like, and how to do it soft and slow as well as hard and fast. And I want to just hold you for hours, all the different ways that we can hold each other. And I want to kiss you all the different ways that we can kiss. So, no, it wasn’t everything I wanted. It was just … the first thing I wanted.” Dan grinned at him.

“Okay, then. What was the second thing you wanted?” Phil asked with a saucy grin in return.

Dan leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss and then met Phil’s gaze with those beautiful golden brown eyes. “I thought we could figure out the rest together.”

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Author’s End Note: While Ultrahaptics is a real UK company that (along with various others) is really working on VR technology that affects all the senses (including tactile), I have taken that basic concept and run with it, so everything except those few facts is complete fiction that does not in any way reflect that company’s research or proposed projects. I’ve used their name purely because it was easier than coming up with some silly made-up name of my own … and also to maybe inspire a few people to look them up and check out the cool work they’re doing.

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