After Being Taken Home, I Became More and More Like a Wife

[Please add my Western European seme-focused story next door, "Teach That Lying Priest a Lesson," to your collection! The blurb is at the bottom.]

3066 was a piece of junk.

Outdated, old, and unloved, he was an obsolete companion robot.

He had been discarded in a scrapyard in the lower district. The blue blood inside him was slowly drying up, and his mechanical heart was close to stopping. His gray-blue eyes stared without blinking at the foggy sky.

But as he waited for death, a boy in a gray cloak took him home.

The boy treated him like family, gave him fuel so he could live again, and... gave him love.

Please note: The seme and uke are very clingy with each other. If that's not your thing, please don't force yourself to read it, dear readers. T_T

A cozy, unguided 100,000-character short story set in a futuristic tech wasteland. Loyal-dog seme, focused on romance, fast-paced. My writing is pretty childish too. TT

Content warnings: The seme is a robot, a companion robot who once had an owner, but there was no romance involved. The dynamic leans toward a weaker seme and stronger uke, and the uke is usually more assertive.

A free story written to indulge my preferences.

[Advance notice:

Akalai was born in a slum. He was worth only three copper coins.

At sixteen, Akalai killed his biological father and became a gang enforcer. In the two years that followed, his hands were stained with blood. The blood of his father had long since disappeared without a trace beneath it all.

"Ominous," "filthy," "demon", those were the labels they stuck on Akalai. He was used to it and didn't care what people thought of him.

That was until Akalai met the priest.

The priest had dazzling golden curls and pale blue eyes as clear as a lake. Such beautiful colors were the only color in Akalai's gray life.

"Father, can someone like me also be redeemed and go to heaven?"

For the first time, Akalai knelt at the priest's feet. His scarred hands gently cupped the priest's fingertips, resting in his palm, as he listened reverently to the priest's voice.

"Of course, Akalai."

The priest's voice was pure and clean. Just listening to him made Akalai's heart pound violently.

For the sake of entering heaven and earning the priest's compassion, Akalai gave everything he had to the priest: money, loyalty, and love. He gave it all.

Akalai thought he'd found salvation. But one sentence from the priest shattered his heart all over again. The priest hadn't noticed him. He was only stroking the head of a child beside him as he said indifferently,

"Akalai? That wretched slave from the slums? Someone like him is unworthy of serving at our Lord's side. And heaven? That's just a fool's fantasy."

Ah, so the priest had lied to him. Why had the priest lied? He could have kept pretending. Why make him lose hope?

Akalai took the priest away.

When the priest awoke, fear filled the eyes Akalai loved. Akalai covered the priest's eyes and leaned his head against the priest's shoulder in adoration, his black hair tangling with the priest's golden curls. Then he placed three copper coins in the priest's trembling hand.

"Father, shh, keep your voice down."

"You were right. I am a filthy person. So, Father, pray to God for me as you used to."

"I don't mind your hypocrisy. But you lied to me, so you owe me something."

Theme: The world is full of love.