Man and Machine

*A/N*: This is honestly my first foray into Slashfic, as this was done as part dare/part "why not" moment. Please, don't crucify my.

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“Ugh… of all the days for the air conditioning to go out, did it really have to happen when it feels like a 100 degrees outside?” Dillon sat there on one of the barstools in the Garage, pulling his sweat-soaked A-shirt away from his body, as futile as it was. “Anyways, what happened to that ‘perfect climate’ this place was suppose to have anyways?”

“You realize that the dome’s climate control generators don’t maintain themselves.” the youthful yet stern voice of Doctor K rung through the air, though she was nowhere in sight. “As for the air conditioning of the Garage, that’s just going to have to wait until the repairman gets here.”

“You can spend hundreds of millions of dollars on equipment, but you can’t spare a few thousand on a decent AC?” Dillon rolled his eyes.

“The Ranger Room is well-cooled at the moment, I assure you.” The young scientist replied somewhat smugly. At that moment, she sat inside the sealed-off section of the Ranger’s headquarters. “After Ranger Green has completed today’s training tasks, you and the other Series Operators are more than welcomed to come inside here.” Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound coming from the speaker Doctor K’s voice came through, followed by an low and irritated groan from her. “Though, when that will be, not even I can figure out. Until then, I need to make sure Ranger Green doesn’t destroy the Ranger Room too much.”

The way she cut off, Dillon knew that the conversation between the two were over.

“Hey, don’t sweat it Dillon. I’ll fix ya a smoothie.” Flynn, with his rich Scottish accent, spoke from behind the bar of the garage.

Dillon looked over at the Series Blue Operator. “Thanks, but puréed fruit really isn’t my thing.”

“It’s not puréed…” Flynn said under his breath, somewhat hurt by Dillon’s remark.

Dillon turned away from looking at Flynn and made his way over to the fridge to look for something to cool him off. Opening the door, he began browsing the contents of the appliance. There were a few bottles of water in the door, but they were barely cool to the touch, not the refreshing chill Dillon was looking for. He shuffled a few more things around, and came across some glass bottles, but with one look of the label and seeing the words ‘Organic Soy Latte’ continued on. It wasn’t until Dillon reached the back and his hands landed on the cold metal surface of a soda can. With a grin of success, Dillon pulled out the red cola can from the far back, popped open the tab, and let the chilling liquid flow past his lips and down his parched throat.

“What are you doing!?”

Dillon knew the voice shouting at him, but didn’t turn his head to look at Scott. He took the rim of the can off the edge of his lips. “I’m drinking a cold soda, cause it’s hot in here and the air conditioner isn’t working.”

“I can see that!” Scott shouted, enraged. “What are you doing drinking MY soda?”

Dillon turned his head finally to look at the young man shouting at him. “Are you seriously getting all out-of-wack because of a stupid can of soda?”

“It’s not JUST a stupid can of soda; it’s my stupid can of soda.”

Dillon was dumbfounded and irritated by Scott‘s current reaction. He put the almost-empty can on top of the fridge, shut the door, and began walking over to his black car, The Fury. As he opened the door to the car and slid in, he looked over at the angered Scott. “Seriously? Soda?” He was in no mood to put up with the rather childish fits Scott was prone to, so he shook his head in annoyance at the Series Red Operator before starting up his black beast of a car and peeling out of the Garage.

Scott was still pissed at the audacity of Dillon for drinking HIS soda. He walked over to Flynn at the bar who had observed the little splat. “Can you believe that guy!? He drank MY soda!”

“Chill, Scott, it’s just a soda.” Flynn replied. “If you want, I can make you a smoothie.”

“I don’t want a stupid smoothie!” Scott snapped at Flynn. “I wanted my soda!”

The young man dressed in red then turned around and stormed up the staircase and into his room, leaving Flynn alone in the Garage. “My smoothies aren’t stupid…”

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Dillon had been driving in the hillside outside of the city for a while now. Though it was still rather hot outside due to the maintenance of the climate controllers, the wind that swooped from the outside through the open windows was a small bit of a reprieve, and the thoughts of Scott acting like a total child earlier was far out of his mind. All there was now was Dillon and the roads of the hillside of the domed city.

A bit ahead of Dillon, he noticed an unpaved road, leading south through a small forest. Not knowing or caring where it lead, Dillon took the somewhat sharp turn right, and as his tires left the pavement, clouds of dirt billowed into the air. The dirt road was rather bumpy, but Dillon didn’t care that much. It had been ages since he had drove through the wilderness, though the conditions inside the dome were far more hospitable than the deadly wasteland he had been in for nearly a year on his own.

There was a sudden, rough and continuing jarring from the rear end of the car, forcing Dillon quickly stopped the car and got out to see what he had ran over. As he made his way closer to the tail end and leaned down, what he saw stunned him. Despite the harsh treatments and the dangerous landscape The Fury withstood outside the dome, she had never had any major damage, but, as Dillon stared at the broken rear axel now, a constant stream of curses flooded his mind and out of his mouth.

He got back up, walked back to the open driver’s door and shut off the engine, before raising his morpher closer to his mouth. “Hey, anyone there?”

There was a moment of silence before there was a response. “Ay, what’s goin’ on?” Flynn’s voice came through the morpher clearly.

Dillon grinned in relief. “Just the guy I needed. I’m about 10 miles out into the forested area southeast of the city, off a dirt road, and the Fury’s got a broken axel. I need you to get down here and give me a tow.”

A groan came from the morpher. “Ya gotta be kiddin’ me? I just got done givin’ that baby a complete tune up and half a new engine, and in two days you’ve already broke it!? What did ya hit, a Venjix attack bot?” There was a slight pause before Flynn spoke again. “Just… just give me a bit. I’ve got ya location and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

It took Flynn about 15 minutes to reach Dillon’s car in his blue hummer. By the look on the Scotsman’s face as he exited his vehicle, he wasn’t too pleased with Dillon at the moment. His grey-blue shirt was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his muscular body. With an irritated look in his eye, Flynn looked at Dillon. “So, which axel did ya break?”

“The rear one.”

Flynn just groaned as he got on his hands and knees and peered at the under section of the car’s tail end.

While Dillon just stood there by the trunk, all he could here was a growl of anger and a string of curses. “So, what’s the point of looking at the axel? All I need is a tow.”

Flynn got up and shot Dillon an irritated look. “Listen, I can’t just tow it now. I don’t see a way to get in front of your car cause of the thick forest around us, and because of the plating on the bottom of the car, I ain’t got nothing to hook to tow with, I’ve gotta make temp patch to the axel, and then we’re gonna have to take this baby slowly back down.”

“Great.” Waiting longer outside wasn’t something Dillon wanted to hear.

Dillon began making his way to a nearby rock to sit on when Flynn snapped at him “Hey, where do you think your goin? You broke it, so you’re gonna help me fix it!” Dillon groaned, but turned back around to face Flynn. “Good, now go to the back of my Hummer and get my tool box, the jack, and two of those blankets.”

Dillon complied with Flynn’s instructions, and as soon as he had brought Flynn the items, the Scotsman lifted up the rear end of the car and set up the area for him and Dillon to work.

Flynn tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to let air into it. “Good grief, it’s hotter than the deepest depths of Hades out here.”

“If your hot, just take off your shirt and stop complaining.” Dillon somewhat snapped at the other man.

“Ya do have a point there, lad.” Flynn agreed with a charming smile. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly peeled the sweat-soaked cotton from his sticky skin and hairy chest, then flung it onto the trunk of Dillon’s car. He then clapped his hands together, and looked at Dillon with a spark of vigor. “Alright, let’s get this baby fixed.”

The patch job wasn’t incredibly difficult due to the axel breaking at one of the solid sections, and took very little time thanks to Dillon holding the two pieces of axel close together. As the two men laid under the car, eyeing at the completed job, Flynn turned to Dillon and spoke. “Like I said, this is only temporary, and you really shouldn’t drive that fast, especially on this road, or I’m gonna have to patch it again.” As he was talking to Dillon, he couldn’t help but think about the past few months and how the two had met and then became partners as Ranger Series Operators. Flynn’s eyes then fell upon the scar over Series Black Operator’s right eye. As far as Flynn knew, since Dillon wasn’t the most talkative about himself, that was the only scar on Dillon’s body. “You know, I’m kinda curious: you have all this Venjix tech in you, but that scar over your eye is the only scar you have that I’ve ever seen.”

Dillon’s face became rather severe, and he quickly crawled out from under the car and began to walk off.

Flynn groaned as he pulled himself out from under the car, and began following Dillon who was waling past the driver’s door of his car and further down the road, away from the way he had come earlier. “Dillon…. Dillon, wait!” Flynn said with an outstretched hand. “I didn’t mean anything by that. It was more of an observation than anything else. I wasn’t tryin’ to imply anything.”

Dillon quickly stopped and turned around. “Oh, you weren’t implying anything? How about when I first got dragged into all this Ranger business? Where you just ‘making observations’ then?”

Flynn grunted in irritation. “Okay, so I trusted ya less than as far as I could throw ya when I first met ya, but you’ve proven yourself more than enough now. You’re my teammate, and I’m yours. It’s just that I’ve seen the images of your implants, and I’m just… just…”

“Just what?” Dillon snapped.

“…I’m fascinated by it.”

“Great… I’m like walking science fair to you now, is that it?”

Flynn crossed his arms across his bare chest. “I’m not Doctor K, who cares about all that technical mumbo-jumbo and all the possible outcome of everything: without these ranger powers, I’m just a simple mechanic, with a simple view of things.” He uncrossed his arms and walked closer to Dillon “When I first heard what you had in you, I brushed you off as just another machine, but with the things we’ve gone through, well, I started to think differently. Ya may be part machine, but ya heart and soul is all man.” Flynn reached out his hand and placed it gently on Dillon’s shoulder.

Dillon looked at Flynn as if the shirtless man was a little crazy. “Okay… does this little speech have a point?”

Flynn got right in front of Dillon “Yeah, it does.” Suddenly, the young Scottish man leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Dillon’s.

Dillon was stunned at what just happened, and just stood there for a moment, with eyes wide open and his lips against Flynn’s. When the shock passed, Dillon swiftly stepped back. “Woah! What was that?”

Flynn had a confident look on his face. “Well, people call it a ‘kiss’.”

“I know what a kiss is. WHY did you kiss me?”

“I told you, I’m fascinated by you. I’ve seen a lot of what you can do,” Flynn said as he walked back closer to Dillon, reached out his hand again, and slowly slid it across the black A-shirt of Dillon’s. “but, I want to see everything you can do.”

Dillon didn’t back away when Flynn had touched him again, but he wasn’t all that comfortable at the moment. “Well… um… this is a rather odd time to tell me this, you’ve got to admit.”

“Well, ya do have a bit of a point there,” Flynn smirked, “but this has been the first time we’ve ever been alone together. It would be kinda awkward to tell ya this with everybody else around.” Flynn’s hand moved up Dillon’s chest slowly towards the other man’s shoulder, where Flynn put a firm yet gentle grip on Dillon. “Anyways, it’s not like I can force ya to do anything: you’re stronger than me, faster than me, have more endurance than me. You could leave right now if you wanted to.”

Dillon knew the words Flynn was speaking were true: he could leave anytime he wanted to. He could stop the Series Blue Operator any time he wanted to. But, right now, Dillon didn’t want to now. He could see in Flynn’s eyes the words coming from the Scotsman’s mouth were from his heart. Flynn didn’t want anything from Dillon at that moment other that to give himself to the Series Black Operator.

Flynn piercing blue eyes kept staring deep into Dillon’s brown pair, letting his feelings flow through. “All I want is to see and feel what you’re capable of, Dillon.”

When Flynn’s lips pressed against Dillon’s for the second time, there was no shock, no surprise, no apprehension. Instead, Dillon returned Flynn’s kiss equally, and then some. He placed his hands on the sides of Flynn’s face and opened his lips, then passionately, while thoughts raced through his head, wondering what he was doing. Dillon’s heartbeat began to rise when Flynn’s kissing became as involved as his own.

While the two men’s lips moved back and forth against one another’s, Flynn’s hands slowly slid down Dillon’s chest, across his abs, and right across the zipper of Dillon’s jeans. One hand then slid up inside Dillon’s shirt and began to gently caress the creases between the muscles of Dillon’s abs, while the other hand slid into Dillon’s jeans and began to toy with the band of elastic of Dillon’s underwear. Flynn hooked his finger into the band, and began to move it about, and was pleasantly surprised with what he found. “Oooooo… a jock strap… I like.” Flynn said with a coy grin between a kiss.

Dillon just let out a bit of a cocky grin while Flynn‘s lips pressed against his mouth again. His hands then slowly began to trace Flynn’s outline, starting with the sides of his face, down his neck and down his sweaty and hairy chest before returning to the sides about mid ribs, and down his obliques all the way to the top of Flynn’s khakis. As he rubbed Flynn’s hips, Dillon couldn’t help but think how incredible of a body Flynn really had. Sure, the Scotsman always wore somewhat tight shirts, but to see his torso bare and to feel it with his own hands, the new sensation was exhilarating to Dillon. Just then Flynn pulled back from Dillon a little bit. “Hey, I though you wanted this.” Dillon was confused by the sudden action of Flynn.

A playful smile came across the Scotsman’s face. “Oh, I do want this.” Flynn then carefully got down on both of his knees and began to gently massage the front of Dillon’s jeans with one of his hands while tugging at the belt loops with his free hand. Flynn could feel the swelling occurring beneath Dillon’s clothing with his hand, and when he looked up, he could tell the man he was massaging was enjoying it to the point that he was becoming eager for more.

At that point, Dillon wasted no more time, swiftly unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper just enough for Flynn’s constant tugging brought the pants down to Dillon’s knees. Flynn also didn’t waste any time as his hands moved back and began to rub Dillon’s muscular cheeks while his mouth moved up and down against the black jock strap. The teasing in the front and the firm grabbing from behind felt good to Dillon, and he let Flynn know it with a deep, low moan and by gently rubbing the back of Flynn’s head. “Oh, Flynn…” Dillon could barely get past the sensation from his throbbing member.

“Oh, don’t worry, Dillon. I know what you want.” Flynn replied as he looked up at Dillon’s face and it’s contortion of pleasure. In a single motion, Flynn brought Dillon’s jock strap down, unsheathing the fully erect shaft from it’s confines, only to become sheathed again into a warm, moist and much more stimulating place. Flynn’s tongue moved up and down the veiny muscle, tracing along every crease and ever bump it encountered. The moans coming from Dillon only confirmed to Flynn that his goal of pleasing Dillon was right on track. Flynn’s tongue slid back in a stimulating motion, while Flynn slowly began to put more and more of Dillon inside of his mouth, putting in as much as he could, before teasing with his tongue some more. As good as it felt, all this teasing by Flynn was beginning to drive Dillon insane. He took a firmer grip on the back of Flynn’s head and began to push it closer to smooth flesh before Flynn’s eyes, but before the Scotsman fully engulfed the shaft in his mouth, Dillon pulled Flynn’s head back to near the tip, then back up the shaft. Back down, back up, back down, back up; down, up, down, up, down, up, and all the while moaning in pure pleasure while his pulsating cock was stimulated by Flynn’s warm, wet mouth.

Dillon then felt Flynn tapping on his thigh, and he quickly stopped bobbing Flynn’s head back and forth. “Dillon, follow me.”

“What?”

“Like I said, just follow me.” Flynn said as he stood up and slid off his shoes, pants, and boxer briefs, revealing himself in the full buff save for the socks he was wearing. Dillon hastily discarded the rest of his clothing too, and then followed Flynn as he quickly lead the two to Dillon’s car. Flynn sat on the hood of the Fury, arched back and leaning on his shoulders. Before Dillon could say a word in protest, Flynn wrapped his legs around him and pulled him in close. “I want ya in me, Dillon.” He then pulled Dillon in closer and parted the man’s lips with his tongue. That was all Dillon needed. Dillon’s hips began closing in on the spread cheeks of Flynn. As the head of Dillon’s cock slowly began to go inside of Flynn, the Scotsman let out a low moan, part pain, part pleasure. Dillon began to pull out, but Flynn urged him to keep going. More and more, Dillon was getting deeper and deeper into Flynn. Flynn moaned more with pleasure as Dillon went deeper inside him. He grabbed his own solid-hard cock and began to stroke it. Dillon was finally in as deep as he could get, and after leaning over and kissing Flynn, slowly began to pull his cock out of Flynn. When it was nearly out, he one swift and smooth thrust it was back inside. Dillon began a rhythmic thrust, slowly getting faster and faster, one that Flynn began matching with his own self-stimulation. Dillon braced himself against the hood of the Fury with his arms and continued to rhythmically pound Flynn, who was now yelling in pure pleasure.

Dillon soon found his cock to be pulsating inside Flynn, and the next thing he realized, he felt a wave of ecstasy overtake him as the warm, white liquid shot from him into Flynn. His fists clenched on the hood and he arched backwards while letting out a pleasured sigh of relief. Mere moments after Dillon came, Flynn began to take a deep series of strained breaths and let out a long, deep, and low moan of pleasure before an eruption of fluids squirted out of his throbbing cock and sputtered over his and Dillon’s abdomens, as well a bit on the car. Flynn, with a half dazed look from the incredible sex he just had, looked Dillon in the eyes. “That was fuckin’ better than I imagined it would be.” He sighed and leaned back, making sure not to hit his head against the extruding engine of the Fury. “I’m fuckin’ beat.”

Dillon, collapsed onto Flynn, smearing the white fluids against their bodies some more. “You can say that again.”

Flynn pulled his head up just a bit, so that he could look Dillon in the eyes. “We, my dear Dillon, are going to have to start making a habit out of this.” Flynn cocked his head to the side a bit and cracked a bit of a grin. “You know, whenever we aren’t pushing back mindless pieces of scrap made by a human-exterminating computer program, or, even worse, going through Doctor K’s training exercises.”

All Dillon did was give a Flynn a slight smirk of confirmation, before pulling out of Flynn. “Now, we better start heading back, before anyone start to look for us.” Flynn groaned at the thought of having to move, but he knew Dillon was probably right. Flynn struggled up off the hood, getting some aid from Dillon, and then, the two men grabbed their clothes, and prepared to head back to the Garage, where this little outing would stay their little secret.