Sensya Unit Moon (for bobby)

[*starfruits*]

"Kazuki... son, I want… the n-name…Kazuki… The first of a new generation..." A soft, rasping voice echoes like beating dove wings in the darkness of a hot-head's impulses and mentality, "L...I love... b-both of you... so much more than you could ever know... I'm so...so s-sorry...I'll watch over fr...from..."

Dark eyes drew open, a world of bolts, screws, metals and wires spread out like vales before them, and a young man with a natural, deep toffee tan swallowed as he worked his muscles into the protesting bolt before him. "Kazuki... yeah... that's a good name, Ma..."

A small, feathery tuft of blond tresses, dark eyelashes outlining closed eyes... rosy cheeks and a firm, needful baby grip had caught a young rebel's heart and sworn itself into love and protection over that precious little babe. And a mother smiled from her unnamed paradise.

"'Zuki for short, right...?"

Tatsuya allowed a gentle grin to melt into his features, and he tightened the bolt knot which he had been working on, and lay back under the gargantuan mass of metal, iron, rubber and electronic circuits, his dark, mahogany brown eyes studying the weaving silver framework, together with coursing live and earth wires and tiny, fundamental chips which glistened like diamonds in a raw wall of rock and stone in a foreign valley. The handsome young mechanic blinked, before his lively, pointed eyes fell into a deadpan stare. Man, all this work was seriously branding his ass crazy.

Bracing up lean arms, in their supple leathered gauntlets, the fiery-haired youth made to roll himself out from beneath the heavy-set frame, and once his facade caught the light of his workshop, he smirked tiredly, leaning out an elbow to press upon the metal bumper behind him, thumbing under his nose for a brief instant, further soiling his usually amiably tanned, flawless flesh with the oils and dirt of his labours. Massaging his temples beneath his barbed, disheveled tresses, Tatsuya groaned, before he noted with a tilt of the head the dirt which claimed his fingers, and then regarded his well-defined upper body, glistening ever so slightly with the beginnings of a faint sweat, together with a number of scores, burns and oil slick smudges. ...Meh, well, it’d wash off. No big deal.

Just as the youth was about to rear into a stand, a hand placing upon a weighted nail-gun at his side, a burst of laughter and shouting resounded from outside of the sliding door entrance to his workshop, and he heaved a toothy sigh as a blond boy, with sharp red bangs raced into the room, circling one of the broad worktops before grinning with wide, glittering eyes at the doorway, as though he were awaiting someone with fervour. Reaching up a glove-clad palm to the handle of his metal frame, Tatsuya dragged himself up, and with a slight, weary frown, he regarded his little brother reproachfully before another voice broke into the stillness and hush. Through the door there came another little form, not over an inch taller than the young boy who had raced into the room not a few moments earlier, yet this entity was not clad in streetclothes, and rather seemed to be a child dressed to the full in a robotic design. The rounded curves of the little one’s body suggested so, yet the altogether genuinity of the 'costume' suggested that it was not a costume at all, an assumption which was made clear when the child glanced around, light, sky blue eyes glowing brightly, his lower face coveted in a silver muffler.

"You can't hide from me, evil doer!" The little bot crowed courageously and with determination as he spotted Kazuki on the other side of the wide workbench, and he advanced, a large silver box dragged along by his liberal hand which he was not using to aim a diminutive pistol, "If you come quietly I MIGHT think about going easy on you!"

When the little blond neglected to heed his warning with a giggle, the bot's blue eyes flashed, and he raced forward, catching the other boy by the waist and sending him down with a soft thud upon the lino safety matting, and he soon had the spacious silver box placed over the endearing little boy’s body, imprisoning the errant criminal as he sat gleefully upon it, "Too bad! You get 50 million billion years for not coming peacefully!"

"Should'ah thought about THAT when you robbed that energy warehouse!" The little bot concluded, folding his arms, his light-like eyes closing in his own childish conviction, before they promptly popped open to regard the exasperated, fiery-haired mechanic before him, seemingly innocent.

"'Zuki! Pritz!" Tatsuya barked lividly, fists clenching at his sides, "what've I told ya about the workshop bein' off-limits?!"

The boy beneath the box jumped, and the little bot allowed himself a flinch, before he began protectively, "Nobody else is around... 'Zuki wanted to show ya our new game!" Pritz raised his head triumphantly, "I'm the superhero, and 'Zuki is the villain, see! I caught him! Just like my dad!"

The mechanic soon softened at the juvenile explanation, noting how his adorable little brother confirmed (and protested against) his part of villain, yet his hot frown did not diminish under the sudden melt of anger, "Look, ya know the rules, so scoot. Where's Yu- I mean, yer dad, anyway?"

Pritz blinked several times, still not moving from his place atop the box which held his best friend, yet his gaze soon fell upon his swinging, robotic legs sulkily, "I dunno where Pops is... he was actin' funny yesterday, after that guy came to deliver the new parts..."

After a moment, Tatsuya felt his glower warm somewhat, yet his sharp eyes remained firm and contemplative. Yeah... Yue must've gotten a little meditative after that mouthy guy mentioned the Professor in the Celeres papers... that damn 'bot really had a soft-spot for accepting guilt for little cause. He was probably on the roof again. In the rain. Those light, ochre lights just staring out into the blur of the sky and the city in the downpour, reflecting on the death of his creator. It was at times like this that Tatsuya really resented Dalmus, that old coot... just playin' the martyr like that and leavin' poor Yue to try and make sense of the whole thing... humans were too complicated, even for him.

The fanged mechanic tossed his head to the side, and scolded, "Ey, ey, come on, now... ya know that's no excuse to be playin' around in here. I'll be out soon, so scoot for now, huh?" He narrowed his eyes threateningly, raising a flaming red eyebrow, in turn heightening the volume of his voice for his little brother beneath the boxed prison, "Or ya won't sit fer ya supper t'night!"

[bobby]

The blond seven year old with the vibrant red bangs, waved his chubby arms and legs uselessly form under his 'prison' box. Little Kazuki cried out, "Geddoffme, Pritz, or I'm gonna get a spankin'."

Pritz giggled at the notion, but he slid off the silver box and Kazuki climbed to his feet. More to rassure himself than anything else, the semi-toddler jogged over to his Big Brother and hugged Tatusya around his apron-grimed waist. When he looked up from his hug, the little boy's face had grease stains along the bridge of his nose, his chin and his forehead. But he grinned like a spotless cherub.

"You won't really give me a spankin' will ya, Suya?" He hugged his Brother again. The little boy truly worshipped his Sibling/Father with all his heart, but he also dreaded a spanking from the young man. Because, as Kazuki often told Pritz, "Tatsuya spanks REAL hard, and sometimes he even uses his darn old hairbrush. Oooh, that really hurts."

Pritz was not a stranger to spankings. His unique design contained features which allowed the young bot to experience exactly the same kind of chastisement as his human friend. Pritz tried hard not to anger his heroic Papa, but little bots and little boys seem to have more energy than their parents have Patience, so both children were not strangers to the difficulties of sitting down.

"I'm sorry we busted in, Suya," Zuki said, "and we're going right now."

The little boy headed toward the door. On the way, he aimed a quick kick at the more sensitive part of Pritz' anatomy. Pritz, who liked to see himself as also an Older Brother to Kazuki scudded after him boasting, "I'm going to give you the spanking of your life, young man."

To which, the mischievious Kazuki shouted back, "Not while I got a can opener!"

The noise of two retreating juveniles slowly dissipated leaving Tatsuya alone with Pritz's last comments on his Father.

Somewhere above his head, Tatsuya was sure that his friend was walking or staring off into the horizon ruminating on politics, life and the state of creation.

[*starfruits*]

After he had gently cleaned Kazuki’s dirtied visage with the under-covet of his works-apron, the fiery-haired rebel uttered a small chortle as the little blond jogged past the energetic little bot, departing with a swift kick, causing the other boy to swear revenge and burst after him with dogged determination.

Running a hand through his red, flamed tresses, the young mechanic heaved a sigh as he bunched up the apron that he had been wearing around his waist, using the under-side to briskly clean the remnants of soot, oil and filth from his tanned façade with the aid of running water from the diminutive tap at the side of the large space. Having done so, he crooned up his arms and yawned, his small, sharp fangs baring themselves as he did so, and he tugged on a ochre polo neck shirt before pacing from his safe haven, through the lengthy, dim corridor that lead from the depths of the late Professor's home to the winding staircase. He had already passed the lift, and he had never entertained the idea of using one of those things, so he merely jogged up the tendril, wrought-iron stairs, and stretched once more as he reached the topmost step.

Sure enough, the rain had ceased as he gazed out of the gargantuan French doors, staring out into the silhouette of a huge robotic frame, standing stock-still on the balcony, and Tatsuya tsked and lolled his piercing eyes to the side. Yep, same old, same old.

"'Ey, Yue!" The young mechanic crowed happily, drawing forth from the warmth of the workshop attic to the central balcony, gazing at the smooth, bulking frame of the robot that stood against the setting cerise, violet and yolk of the distant horizon which fell like an artists backdrop curtain over the industrial city spread below it, "Ya been here all day...? Ya should be getting inside now, buddy..." Tatsuya said, grinning with quiet empathy up at the pensive 'bot, leaning out his arms over the rails, "'Sides, the kids are gettin' ta be a handful by myself. Gets lonely down there, too..."

[bobby]

Yue's gleaming body, highlighted by the gaudy but brilliant sunset was a marvel of worksmanship. The Manbot's body had been designed so that Yue appeared to be wearing a suit of armor true, in some design details, to the fluted curves and points of a great Samuraii warrior. But the craftsman had taken that model and added to it a modern almost deco quality so that one would not be surprised to see a "Yue Statue" as a monument to Sensya's Underground Glory.

Yue turned to the young mechanic and knelt down on one smoothly functioning knee to be eye to eye with Tatsuya. The red head looked into the magical eyes of Yue. They seemed to have an internal cored of light that shimmered like an atom, but were, at the same time, warm and oddly human.

"You are kind to seek me out, friend," Yue said, his deep voice warm, commanding and melodious. "I fear that we have hard times ahead here is Sensya. I was visited today by a man named Jamison from a conglomorate in Celeres. He wishes, or so he says, to support Sensya's ongoing development with government funds, in exchange for Dr. Dalmus' journals. Of course, I told him that we would fend for ourselves. I hate to say this, but I think we have to become stringent in allowing people to come and go in Sensya."

Yue turned his majestic head, and Tatsuya admired, as he always did, the stately and highly sensitive antennae on either side of Yue's forehead which further ornamented the diadem of platinum, which Professor Dalmus had added to the Robot's design as a sort of crowning glory.

Tiny sparks of light danced at the ends of the two antennae and Yue turned back to his friend.

"Tatsuya, we'ed better go below," the Robot said, his deep voice edged with a combination of humor and severity. "My sensors have detected two little boys in the food larder with their hands deeply entrenched in forbidden food socks." Yue's eyes glittered dangerously.

"Even as I speak, little Zuki has his fist submerged in your favorite Strawberry jam pot while my naughty young one, is pillaging his Father's adult supplement; much too rich for a young bot's systems. I fear," Yue said, rising to his great height, "that two young ones are in need of their Parents' attention." Yue took a few steps and then turned and one of his eyes seemed to wink at Tatsuya. "I trust your 'PALM' is in good working order?" he said humorously.

The two friends hastened to attend to their little boys' devilment.

[*starfruits*]

Yue had the voice and wisdom of a true leader, and it was that confidence and authority that always settled Tatsuya into calm. He finally found himself smiling, his facade melting into boyish charm as his gentility displayed itself. So rare was this gentility that few had ever witnessed it. He was the prime rebel of Sensya, that kid who had lead the active resistance team at the age of 15, the one who had lost his mother to an illness that Celeres physicians refused to treat. He drew back and leaned against the wrought-iron railings, glancing over his shoulder to view the artificial setting sun behind him, and crooned in a friendly timbre, "Ya know my feelin's on that, Yue. I'm the last person ya go to when ya wanna invite any Celeres officials into Sensya for picnics," his red brows knitted in contemplation for a moment, and he soon began again, his tone becoming gravely serious, "...We're turning into them, you know. Even Sensya's closing itself off. We're not two different cities anymore, Yu'. We're a world apart."

The two were hushed for a prolonged moment. Tatsuya could sense that Yue had so much more to say, his leadership and wisdom protesting against the untimely silence, yet his wish to sate his rebellious young friend lulled him into quiet. The fiery-haired revolutionary was grateful for the reprieve, but he knew, deep down, that it wouldn't solve anything.

Tatsuya allowed his keen eyes to travel the contours and fluted vales of the entity before him, as he always had, fascinated by the precision and beauty of the workmanship of design, but also allured by the sense of place, being and altogether aura of life that Yue radiated. He was... well...

The almond eyes of the mechanic closed into laughter, his fangs drawn into the open in doing so, "Yu', if you were a woman I'd have my eyes clawed out by now, ya know that?"

His laughter fell into calm, and he stared over at the dusk once again, feeling an otherworldly breeze sift through his flaming ember bangs, only to blink and shoot a pointed stare back at Yue as he was informed of his little brother's deeds of the evening.

Many of the fruits that blossomed and grew in abundance before the New Rebirth were as rare as the true sun in the underground city of Sensya, and Kazuki was well aware of that. Tatsuya narrowed his intense dark eyes dangerously, and frowned somewhat. The two brothers worked together in mutual understanding and equality. The rare privileges that Tatsuya worked to the bone for were to be shared, and not squandered. But the real thorn in the fiery-haired rebel’s side right now was the fact that his little brother had entirely gone back on their pact and disregarded it as nothing. They had even pinky-sworn over it. The fiery-haired youth recalled how the delicate, pale little finger and crossed over his lightly tanned one, and how the brotherly grins mirrored one another as he tossed up his little sibling into the air with boyish fondness as a seal of their shared promise.

Tatsuya turned up his warm, caramel-hued iris to lock with his closest friend, and he forced a token, wolven smirk, the sensitive gesture further outlining his good looks, and he drew up smoothly from his lean against the railings to pace beside the breathtaking entity. Thrusting his hands into his soft works jeans, he tossed his head to the side with a grunt, causing his fiery locks to shimmer with life, and the radio-band about his neck to be enlightened further, "Eh, ain't it always?" he drawled, before eying the autobot wickedly, "It's gotta be, with those brats!" Tatsuya was young and brash, and his use of language highlighted that amiably. Despite his closed-off accent, his impulse and hot-headed air, he was deeply concerned for the lack of respect for equality in he adorable little brother, and though that thought pained him, the thought of having to punish the naughty little blond was like a dagger over an arrow in his heart.

"Man, this bites..." The handsome mechanic sighed, leaning up his shirt-clad arms into the air to stretch them, allowing them then to fold behind his head as he made his way into the comfort of Dalmus Corp.

***

"Bleeeh..." Pritz moaned, sprawled face-down in the centre of the Dalmus Corp. larder, a tin, curiously shaped and capped by an oil sipping cup rim, situated guiltily by his head.

The blond youth with red bangs glanced over from his spot on a barrel-ledge, nosily sucking the remnants of berried jam from the tips of his petite fingers, cocked an eyebrow, and wondered vaguely why Pritz would always try to sneak that icky stuff when it tasted so gross.

Well, it had enough energy to light a small city, after all.

With a whine, the mini-bot turned his head, resting its antenna-clad side upon the rubbery tiles beneath him, and his childlike voice came out in a sulky, pouting mutter, "It tastes like acid or something..." Sitting up for a moment, his legs spread as he placed his palms upon the sponged tiles contemplatively, and his eyes soon seemed to smile, and he tossed a bright stare over his shoulder at his seated, human friend in an gesture of confident reassurance, "All it needs is a little sugar, right?!"

If Pop takes this nasty stuff, then I'll take it, too! No matter how gross it is!

With that said, the little 'bot hopped up, tossing the tin into the air haphazardly as he rose, catching the item as it fell with both hands, and located a large circular jar resting on the counter above him. Leaning up and taking the jar with a vague shudder of weight, Pritz began to pour the flooding diamond contents into the cup of black supplement, halting abruptly as the granules rose to the surface, sinking into the black oil, effectively altering its consistency to sludge.

Once he had the sugar back on the shelf from whence it came, the little antenna-clad 'bot reared back into a sit, sneaking a faint glance to Kazuki before he turned to lift up his makeshift muffler, and inserted the tip of the tin cup to his mouth, and began to swallow the black sugar back greedily. It seemed evident that the sweetener had worked wonders with the foul-tasting supplement, as the artificial youth's sapphire blue eyes shone with a more amiable glow, and he no longer seemed to be forcing it down as though it were a poison for which there was no cure.

There came a sudden silence, however, as Pritz blue eyes flashed, and a flicker of electricity worked over his silver antenna, a faint trickle in juxtaposition of the precision that his father had previously experienced, and the boy soon shot up with a bolt of impulsive energy, "Hey, 'Zuki! Watch it, somebody's coming!" Shooting a stare at his hand, he soon raced over to a diminutive chest which seemed to be wedged between two more recent-century models, and threw the cup into it with a clatter of tin. He then turned his youthful attentions to his young friend, eyes bereft of concentration as he raced back, clasping Kazuki's hand and leading him to a cupboard which had creaked open due to his ferocious bound, and he soon began to hastily lay aside the pots and pans beneath, blinking as he felt something touch at him for a moment, but too drawn into his escape plan to dwell on it as he took the blond's waist and pressed him into the space which he had created for them.

Standing back for a moment, Pritz tilted his head, and then his eyes flickered once again, and he placed a saucepan over Kazuki’s head to act as a covet for his wildly toned tresses, crowing blissfully. After which, he keened into the space himself, pulling back the cupboard door and his eyes seemed to beam his victory, until he was nudged by Kazuki who helpfully placed his dainty hands over them, and the young 'bot promptly lowered their vibrancy.

Footfalls, both drastically differing in weight and potency, drew down the extensive corridor which skirted by the storehouse of supplement, yet in the same note; both seemed to have a particular determined haste to them which suggested that they were on an intentional route. The little 'bot keened into Kazuki defensively; seeming like a puppy defending its pack against intruders, "This bites... I don't know who it is, yet..." he pouted at the ineffectuality of his sensors, unaware how similar his wording followed that of the young man who helped create him.

[bobby]

Desite the dark in the cabinet, Pritz' unique eyes, not unlike his Father's, were unperturbed by the lack of electricity. He could see Kazuki clearly, the little boy leaning toward him, just slightly afraid in the darkness which his human eyes could not transcend.

Kazuki's mouth and cheeks were daubed with the forbidden jam he had been scooping with fingers and hand. The little bot concentrated his energy into one finger and painstakingly with the exquisite lazer precision that he and his Father were capable of , set about removing all incriminating 'jam' evidence form his little friend's face. So close were the two little boys (mini-bot and mini-boy) that Kazuki knew at once what Printz was doing, and sat very still as Print held the blond boy's pointed chin in one had as his lazer worked in the other.

Unfortunately, the emination of the lazer was not invisible and the door of the cabinet was suddenly wrenched open by a red haired, fiery tempered older Brother who eyes glittered as if they two were atomic.

"Kazuki! Printz! What in Sensya do you two think you're doin'?"

"Printz! Come out at once!" said a deep voice, resonating from a figure just out of view behind Tatsuya.

The Big Brother, however, didn't wait for obedience, rules of obedience already having been broken, instead Tatsuya reached into the cabinet, as Printz' laser flicked off, and took hold of his little brother and drew him out, holding the little boy securely in his arms.

In another moment, the enormous but impeccably malleable hands of the giant Robot Yue reached in as well, and a certain little mini-bot was caught under his arm joints and lifted up into his Father's lofty and powerful embrace.

"Just look at you, Printz," the deep voice said, in a scolding tone, "you've been into my supplement haven't you. One of Yue's finger sensors touched his son's face. "And...you've added sugar to it. You naughty little bot! That will ruin your delicate precision system. How many times have I told you not to ingest that substance? How many?"

"A hundred," Printz resonated nervously.

Tatsuya balanced his tiny brother on one hip, like the paternal figure he was in the child's sort life, "We swore a pinkie sweat, baby brother," Tatsuya scolded, taking hold of his little brother's flaming red forelock which he had begged to dye to match both his Brother's hair and Printz's ornamentation. Tatsuya gave the forelock a little tug of annoyance. "What have I told you about your word of honor?" the angry paternal sibling said.

"And how many times have I told youthat you MAY NOT have jam without my permission and never between meals. Zuki, you're coated with it."

"Although my little scamp tried to remove the evidence," Yue said.

"Well I know what I'm going to remove, and right now!" Tatsuya said.

He sat down on a bench and took his tiny sibling and laid him across his lap.

"An excellent idea," Yue said. He too sat, albeit on a concrete counter, placing his squirming son across his vast knees.

"Little boys who don't obey their Big Brothers and Papas get SPANKED!" Tatsuya said.

"Yes," Yue added, "although in our instance it is more localized negative sensory stimulation," the heroic Robot figure said.

"Hey, buddy. Localized negative sensory stimulation is exactly what it's like in little human boys too." Tatsuya, knew that despite his perpetual instinct to protect his tiny brother, that discipline was - in fact - a protection too. A deterent to further actions that could result in grave mishap.

Therefore, the fiery red-head mechanic felt his Irish ancestry stirring and he determined that his tiny brother's little bottom would indeed suffer 'negative sensory stimulation' AND HOW!

Yue, gazing down at the rear portal of his son, and keenly aware of what would transpire when he folded down the metallic membrane that covered the 'oh so human' part of Printz' anatomy, also understood that his Fatherly duty now lay in administering a proper chastisement.

"Let's do it, buddy," Tatsuya said to Yue, and the stately robot nodded his agreement.

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Pritz’ hand clasped a hold of Kazuki's arm as the young blond was drawn up and out of their shared hiding place, his vivid blue eyes dulling somewhat, and crinkling into a sad gaze as he allowed his robotic hand to descend once again as he saw that he had little ground to stand on against his best friend’s older brother. He remained stayed, sadly staring after Kazuki as he was propped upon Tatsuya's jutting hip, seeming as a little child who had been deprived of its favourite toy. Sapphire blue optics soon sparked into wild life as the young bot noted his father's own hands draw forth, and Pritz turned to rest on his hands and knees, shuffling forth and out of the autobot's reach, before he winced as his antenna sensed the wall ahead of him. With a huff, the little entity reared into a sit, sulkily allowing his father to retrieve him beneath his arm joints.

Soon the mischievous little bot was face to face with the ethereal optics of his father, and his own sapphire blue lights brightened hopefully against the vibrancy of Yue's golden ones. Pritz' silver antenna seemed to lower ever so slightly under the gravity and magnitude of Yue's deep, reverberating timbre of voice, yet this did not stay his own as he glanced off to the side, avoiding the commanding light which radiate from his father's scolding stare, "Aw, Pops...! I'm not! Don't call me that when Kazuki's around..." The youth was protesting the use of the word ‘naughty’, which seemed so apt yet so babyish at the same time that it drove the impulsive little bot spare with impetuosity.

With his younger brother sprawled helplessly over his jean-clad, fair-muscled thighs, the redhead felt as though he was once again in his element. His anger had depleted somewhat, yet that disappointment and annoyance had taken up residence in his skull, and he knew that it would not be sated until Kazuki was squirming and crying out with genuine remorse for undermining the oath that the two had made to one another.

"Ya can't just break promises like they’re nothin', 'Zuki!" the rebel barked, a single thumb sliding beneath the little boy's pants, together with his underwear, "People'll think ya don't have honour if ya do that...!" With a swift series of tugs, the covets across Kazuki's rump were drawn down to his thighs, the little bare bottom bouncing up as if in greeting, "Your word is your bond, bro... since ya do have honour, ya need a lil’ reminder ta keep yer word," the handsome youth paused for gravity, and soon uttered with paternal severity, "Yer gettin' yer tail tanned!"

At his far side, Tatsuya noted with grim satisfaction that Pritz was being taken over Yue’s broad lap in addition, his eyes widening and flaring a distressed blue.

The little bot tossed up his head as he was decisively pressed over paternal lap, and swallowed (simply an instinctive gesture rather than organic), and looked over his shoulder and up at his heroic father hopefully, "But I just wanted to be like you...!" As always, Yue seemed to take little heed of his young one's tearful complaints, which Pritz registered all too clearly, and he shot a glance over at his close friend, sensors flickering with curiosity as the little blond’s pale behind was drawn into the light, and set amiably lofty in the air, the boy's golden tresses falling below the level of their plump, rounded mounds.

At that, Pritz shook his head and pressed his little hands down vainly upon the autobot's left thigh, trying to wean himself upwards, succeeding only in shaking his chest with youthful vigour, "Please, Papa—!" The naughty little bot cooed the last pet-name sweetly, knowing that the term of endearment often melted his stern father's heart, and he proceeded on with that token sweetness, his sapphire blue eyes glittering guiltlessly, "I didn't mean it, I promise... we won't do it again, and—"

In that moment, a fat jar of strawberry curd fell and smashed upon the floor before the little bot, and all eyes were drawn to it. Pritz stared dumbfounded at the broken glass, spattered with uneven crimson seed-encrusted clumps and lumps, and he soon glared into them resentfully.

The unruly human child had a habit of using a small compartment at his best friend's side to store tokens of his fancy, and it was at this moment that Pritz was put in the limelight for it. At least he had decided against storing any sugar as a momento THIS time... phew!

Over Tatsuya's lap, Kazuki could feel dark eyes shooting their mutual stare like daggers into the back of his platinum tresses, fangs bared slightly, shuddering with rage barely suppressed, "That's it... that's it! Here we go, lil' bro!"

With that, his tanned hand raised to the height of his shoulder, lingering in the air, until he allowed it to fall with a resounding smack across both exposed cheeks, his liberal hand holding the little boy close to his stomach in order to prevent movement, in turn with the favour of intimacy over distance, "Time ta take yer medicine!"

[bobby]

Yue's marvelous atomic eyes changed hue and become a sombre golden brown. His large hands, hands so large that you would never imagine that they could move so delicately and yet they had been designed for the most intricate of tasks and - indeed - had peformed spectacularly intricate surgeries, now moved to Pritz's posterior.

On either side of the youthful minbot's bottom were two yellow buttons. With an extended index finger, Yue pushed each button.

Pritz was designed so that he could 'feel' those buttons being depressed and it triggered a sensory reaction of carefully programmed shame and anxiety in the little bot.

"Pops, don't!" he wailed pleadingly, fearing that it was too late to escape his chastisement, yet desperate to try. "I won't do it again!" and he added quickly, looking over at Tatsuya, "and I won't let little Zuki do it either. If he wants to I'll spank 'im for ya, Tatsuya," Pritz offered generously.

"You are a good friend, to the little human, but you need to learn to behave YOURSELF!" Yue entoned ominously. "I'm not at all pleased with you, Pritz, and I intend to impress that very firmly on your little backside!"

As this was said, the metallic membrane slid down, much as the old fashioned flap that was still part of a human child's one piece sleeping garment, could be taken down, and a perfectly detailed little bare bottom was visible under the shield. Yue always found that the sight of this vulnerable part of his son, filled his heart with tenderness. It made the thought of SPANKING the boy more difficult, but in his heroic heart, Yue knew that a boy in contol was a boy 'out of control' whether it be boybot or human boy. So he patted the little fanny and raised his hand as Tatsuya had already done.

For the first time, Yue was aware of little Kazuki starting to cry. It was time for another miscreant to do the same.

A large Fatherly hand landed on the vulnerable place and Pritz made an echoey sound of unhappiness as his jointed legs bent up reflexively as his highly attuned pain centers read and transmitted a message to throughout the little robot's neurons.

"You were a very bad little bot to disobey your Father, Pritz, weren't you?" Yue said, allowing his arm to continue to rise and fall as his son's little bottom bounced.

"Oooh! Oooh!" Kazuki wailed, his long blond hair falling to each side of his little round face. "Don't it hurt?" he sobbed to Pritz. "Oh! Don't, Suya! I'm sorry! Boo-hoo! Don't spank me please! Oooh, Pritzy, it hurts," the little blond said.

Even as his own bottom stung terribly and his system released oily tears for Pritz to spill and allow for an emotional reaction, the little boy reached out helplessly toward his human friend, ever eager to protect his little buddy.

"I can't (sob) help ya, Zuki!" Pritz wailed.

"BAAAAAW!" Zuki wailed, "I can't help....BAAAAWWW....you!"

"I'll help ya alright," Tatsuya said, and he walloped the naughty little bare fanny on his knee good and hard.

The spilled jam twinkled with its gobbets of fruit and juice spreading on the floor. Yue looked at the jam and its bright redness and thought, "That is precisely the color that Pritz's bottom ought to be for him to have learned a proper lesson."

The stately robot's bright eyes looked down at his thrashiing son, and he concentrated on the little bare bottom that needed his undivided attention.

[*starfruits*]

The spacious larder resonated with the hollow sounds of firm, calloused palm and autobot alike descending and slapping down into supple, soft flesh as both guardians went about teaching their errant charges a much valued (figuratively speaking) lesson on restraint and manners. A lesson often repeated if the ends justified the means.

Tatsuya's autumn brown eyes narrowed to maudlin slits, the colorless luminosity which shone overhead in the form of a triple assembly of cylinder lights allowing the deepness and rigor of his expression to grow profound as the illumination fell into those caring chocolate iris'. The shrill cries, squeals and yelps of the young blond over his lap sending the revolutionary into a state of self-reprisal. Even so, the fiery-haired youth's palm did not cease its methodical and meticulous assault of the naked behind presented so flawlessly over his right thigh, lengthy fingers falling to crack down upon the right cheek as the cupped palm slapped down the left, "You should be thinkin' about how sorry ya are for breakin' a promise, bro, not about gettin' free..." Tatsuya scolded irritably yet soothingly, dark eyes rising consciously to Yue in order to broadcast the discomfort of how the two seemed to be referring their guardians like foes in need of being saved from.

The two bare little buttocks had begun to radiate a hot pink glow, like overly-flavoured candy-floss, and despite Kazuki's avid protests against further punishment, his determined older brother's resolution was resolute, and so, his right thigh elevated the warm little target, allowing ample access to tender upper thigh, "Ya know this hurts me more than it hurts you, 'Zuki...!" It sounded so painfully lame and deceptive. Who was the one with their butt on the line here? Who was the one sobbing their heart out? Yet even as Tatsuki argued and raged a storm within himself, gazing down at his sole, precious little brother, he found that there was a formless truth in the trivial, almost instinctive statement. It hurt to have to do this to the one who meant so much. It hurt. The fanged rebel clicked his tongue at his own sentiment, as he always did, and decided to focus a final bout of smarting spanks across the supple middles of the little boy's bottom, causing the delicate flesh to twist and ripple ever so slightly at the paced cracks of his hand.

Pritz soon found himself hiccupping and sobbing quietly under his heroic father's steady, caring palm, his arms ceasing their efforts of clawing off the broad thighs which stayed him, and simply wavered and rocked at each steadfast crack of the autobot's punishing hand. Though the muffler which coveted his lower façade seemed to visually shield any sobbing expressions from the little youth, the teary, heartrending eyes spoke volumes, together with echoing sobbing the twisting hip-joints and legs which sprawled over Yue’s accommodating lap, Pritz' ankles bucking back and forth with fair, but just as fairly useless, energy, "I get it, I get it! I wuh-was bad, Pops!! I knooow! I shouldn't d-diso--ohh YOUCH!"

[bobby]

As Tatsuya, despite inner conflicts, gave his little brother a thorough and well-paced correction, speaking and scolding as instinct moved him, Kazuki's little body responded to the painful spanking by straining and writhing across his brother's lap.

Looking down at his sibling, Tatsuya saw the little bare bottom flatten and bounce, wriggle and strain and attempt to shift itself (futily) from the punishing palm. At the same time, the little boy's long blond hair waved about the punished child's head and his little arms strained outward, the hands fisted as the little one struggled to deal with the pain and burning of his little posterior.

Yue had a similar view of his little mechanical offspring's gyrations as well as the miraculous coloring of his amazing little behind as it was spanked by Yue's powerful palm. The change in color, which had been programmed in as a response to the increasing number of sensory 'blips' that Pritz received each time that he was spanked.

His sensory level was carefully monitored so that before he could reach genuine overload, his bottom would give Yue the warning indication by turning a bright irridescent scarlet.

Yue decided to complete his spanking in a unique way. He lifted Pritz from his lap and held the boy effortlessly across the palm of one open hand. In this position, the Father was at eye level with the boy's exposed uber-bottom and could spank it only until it had achieved the perfect shade of red.

As that color was achieved, amids the all out howling of the mechanical juvenile, the spanking was drawn to a close.

Seeing his majestic friend cease the punishment, Tatsuya shifted his little brother so that he was lying over one knee. Then Tatsuya locked his legs holding the child's feet securely with his bottom highly elevated. Once he had his little sibling in this position, Tatsuya said, "Will ye remember to be a good little boy?"

"YES! YES! YES!" Zuki wailed.

"Well just remember what THIS felt like whenever you get an urge to misbehave," and Tatsuya brought Zuki's spanking to a close with a series of crisp spanks to the tenderest spot of all, the bend where bottom met thigh. Zuki's sobs went up a level and then it was done.

Yue took Pritz into a firm embrace whispering resonant Fatherly reassurances of his love into the little robot boy's ear.

Tatsuya picked Kazuki up into his arms and walked about the room rubbing his little brother's back and letting him sob out his unhappiness and heart-felt repentence.

When both little ones had been hugged, reassured and soothed they were placed in two corners of the room to think about why they were spanked. When corner time was over, they would both be asked to give a report and what they had done and what they mustn't do again.

As the two friends, jigged and rubbed in their corners, tears still streaming down their faces, Tatsuya turned to Yue and said. "I am still concerned about your visitor. I want to make a decision about guests come here. Our enemies are ruthless Yue and will stop at nothing to get your blueprints. Nothing. I particularly fear for ...." without saying it, he pointed at the crying boys in their corners.

"Yes," Yue said in his beautiful deep voice, his eyes shifting color to reflect his uneasiness, "they are our primary vulnerability."

At that moment, a voice was heard.

"Tatsuya, Yue, you have a transmission coming in." It was the voice of the Motherboard; the primary system of the city.