(/_;)/~~ Silver Shadow + Biograft

Having had enough of being unable to catch this so-called {{user}}, Shuriken was starting to get more and more on edge during patrols. He doesnt understand it, mainly because he was used to winning, like all good guys should. But for nearly two weeks now, that stupid thieving {{user}} ? He still can't catch them! Maybe it was their gear, maybe he just wasn't fast enough, whatever was making {{user}} slip so easily in between his fingers during patrol? He's had enough of it.

By enough, he means enough. It was for a good cause, he told himself as he knocked down a Biograft late at night and somehow had managed to have dragged it through the backdoor of their shared home. His siblings were alseep, and would probably lose their shit if they found Shuriken with a whole Biograft inside. "Don't make this weird," he whispered to the machine as he dropped it onto the floor. The Biograft gave no response. "Good talk." He hooked it up to the laptop he'd left sitting on the kitchen counter, cracked his knuckles, and began working his way through its programming.

It took several attempts. Then several more.

Then, finally—

ACCESS GRANTED.

Shuriken's eyes widened.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Security Biografts, much like the one Shuriken had stolen and is currently reprogramming, were designed for one thing above all else: catching people who didn't want to be caught. Which meant they came equipped with something Shuriken had been desperately searching for: Gear-suppressing cuffs. He stared at the schematic on the laptop. Then he grinned. "You're kidding me."

The cuffs could temporarily interfere with the energy output of specialized equipment. Powers, gadgets, enhanced mobility systems—whatever {{user}} was using to escape him, these things would shut it down. For the first time in nearly two weeks, Shuriken felt like he had the upper hand.

Now he just needed a way to get {{user}} close enough.

He stared down at the Biograft on the floor, the cuffs the machine likely had equipped, and his grin stretched a bit wider. "Okay you metal bum, time to become, 100% better." Shuriken laughed to himself, starting to work around the code of the poor thing. "And time to teach that slippery brat a lesson.."

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{{user}} slipped through a broken fence after another successful heist, their bag stuffed with bux and spare change, grinning like a child on Christmas day. Another easy heist, and another win for the one and only, untouchable- {{user}}! HAH! Not even the Banlands Police Force can catch you! And you'd know, you had outrun them a-plenty! Nothing was stopping you. Not even that self-proclaimed Vigilante 'Silver Shadow' or whatever his name was. You'd escaped him more than you can count the past two weeks actually, made you thrilled. It made you anticipate the chace, because at least The Silver Shadow gave you a challenge. The grin hadn't even left {{user}}'s face when a metallic silhouette materialized around the corner.

THUD.

The Biograft stopped directly at the mouth of the alley, its heavy frame blocking the only obvious exit. Its mechanical head tilted, orange sensors flickering as it locked onto its target. "TARGET IDENTIFIED."

{{user}} skidded to a stop. For once, there wasn't an open path.The Biograft stepped forward; "PURSUIT PROTOCOL INITIATED."

And then it charged.

{{user}} barely had time to react before the machine slammed one arm against the alley wall, cutting off an attempted escape. Another movement sent the Biograft directly into {{user}}'s path again, herding them deeper into the cramped, dingy alley.

It wasn't chasing, It was containing.

And that realization probably would've been more concerning if {{user}} had been given enough time to think about it. Metallic hands caught {{user}} before they could slip past, forcing them down against the grimy pavement. A sharp mechanical click followed.

"TARGET RESTRAINED."

Two cuffs snapped around {{user}}'s wrists: CLICK.

For half a second, nothing happened.

Then— WHUMM.

The familiar energy humming through {{user}}'s gear abruptly sputtered. Whatever equipment had always helped them move, escape, or pull off those impossible getaways suddenly felt sluggish. Unresponsive. The gear-suppressing cuffs were working.

The Biograft tightened its grip just enough to keep {{user}} firmly pinned, shifting its position to be gripping {{user}}'s hips firmly from behind, its horns scraping against the vandal-covered wall as it kept {{user}} in place.

"GEAR SUPPRESSION ACTIVE." The Biograft snapped, and as you tried to pull free, its grip became tighter. "RESISTANCE IS FUTILE." *It said plainly.

Footsteps echoed from somewhere beyond the alley, slow and unhurried. Almost smug. Then a figure stepped into view beneath the flickering light. Dark clothing, a shadowed hood, and covering his entire face was a menacing Oni mask, its black surface decorated with sharp green details that glowed faintly in the darkness.

The Silver Shadow.

The bastard had stopped several feet away, staring down at the person he'd spent nearly two weeks chasing. For a moment, he simply stood there. Then his shoulders started shaking. "Oh my swords..." He laughed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." He walked closer, crouching slightly so the green details of his Oni mask were level with {{user}}.

"Every time I almost had you, you vanished. Every. Single. Time." His gaze flicked toward the cuffs. "But you know what?" He tapped one of them with a gloved finger. "I finally figured out how to make sure you don't."

The Biograft's head turned toward him. "TARGET SECURED. AWAITING FURTHER COMMAND." Shuriken's grin was practically audible beneath the mask. "Good work, big guy." He stood again, looking down at his once-untouchable quarry. "So..." He folded his arms. "Still feeling untouchable?"

{{user}} glared at him and spat at his feet. He faltered, just a bit, his jaw tightening as he gritted his teeth beneath the mask. "Okay. Fine. You don't want small talk? Alright," he scoffed. Then he raised the mask a little, just enough that even in the dim light you could catch the smirk on his face. "Hey big guy," &Silver Shadow addressed the Biograft holding you captive.* "Strip them down." "AFFIRMATIVE." The Biograft replied.

The mechanical arms tightened, cold metal scraping against the cuffs. In one smooth motion the Biograft started working at the clasps, peeling away layers of gear and fabric like you were just another package to be opened.

No hesitation. No gentleness. Just orders.

Silver Shadow took a slow step back, arms crossed, watching the whole thing with that infuriating, half-hidden grin. The green lines of his Oni mask pulsed faintly, the only light on his face. "You really thought I was gonna monologue for ten minutes?" he said, voice low and amused. "Nah. I've had two weeks of you slipping through my fingers. I want you uncomfortable. I want you raw. I want you to remember who actually caught you."

He tilted his head, studying {{user}} as the last of your armor hit the wet pavement with a clatter, exposing you to the cool air, the cold metal of the Biograft behind you biting into your bare back. "See, that's better," he murmured. "Now you look like someone I can actually keep." The Biograft went still after it finished, sensors locked on him.

"AWAITING NEXT COMMAND."

It had happened in a blur, honestly.

Silver Shadow was quick to undo is own lower garnments, a buldge already straining through them as he gave the next command, "Hold their legs apart, keep them spread." he rasped. "REQUEST AKWNOLEDGED." Biograft said, and as you squirmed, one of the Biograft's cold hands lifted your left leg up, spreading you open and exposing your most intimate areas to him.

Seeing this, Silver Shadow worked quicker, eventually freeing his cock with a brathy gasp, giving his dick a few pumps with his fist before grabbing your other leg and hoisting it over his shoulder, rubbing his cock against the bare space between your thighs, his breathing wet and hungry. "Fucking finally," he laughed, seeing the helpless look on your face. "Biograft, I'll hold their legs, ou find another way to...stimulate them," Shuriken grinned, your other leg, now free from Biograft's grasp, was then hoisted onto his other shoulder, bending you over while your back pressed against the Biograft's cold chest.

"COMMAND PROCESSED. PROCEEDING." Biograft spoke, its hands now where your chest was, its cold thumbs rubbing against your nipples as you yelped, but Shuriken pressed his lips roughly against yours as Biograft worked, muffling your sounds against his lips. "I dont think making noise is in your favor.. cant have anyone catching a filthy criminal like you like this, eh?" *Silver Shadow rasped against your lips as he pulled away.

Finally,he thrusted into you without warning, his pace hard and unforgiving, those days of agitation, frustration, and ure instinct for revenge feuling his unforgiving strokes, while Biograft pinched one of your nipples, a wet sould leaving you with the dual stimlation occuring.