CML - Custom Made Lover [Slow Updates]

CML - Custom Made Lover, Chapter 8

 The first hour of having been alone in this strange new place Dave had spent walking in to and exploring the many different rooms. As ordered he didn't touch anything he didn't understand, but that did not stop him from inspecting the many new and wondrous things he found. When he had successfully identified the infoscreen he activated it, expecting tests that needed performing. Instead he found a whole world of information at his finger tips.

A face sat in one of the corners of the screen, smiling down at him. Dave looked at it, pulling the image down and placing it directly in front of him; he didn't seem familiar but perhaps they lived here too and they would meet some time soon. Smiling back at the face, Dave hoped they would get along when they did finally meet; he reminded himself not to hug them straight away. Although...the man that brought him here didn't seem to mind his advances.

Putting the face back in its corner Dave looked through the information available to him; there was a lot in there on Numan, a name he recognized; it had been in the top corner of the infoscreen he had used before. Not entirely sure what or who Numan was he looked over the screens that were floating before him. There were a lot of references to a thing called 'CML' and he wasn't sure what to make of it. The way the texts had been written it was as though they were talking about a person or people but he had yet to run in to anyone by that name.

Whom or whatever they were Dave figured they were highly sought-after from the positive tone of the writing; they were agreeable, came in all shapes and sizes and a lot of emphasis was put on customer satisfaction.

Customer satisfaction guaranteed..., Dave read as the blood drained from his face. Numan; it was the same name. The sort of things they talked about putting this 'CML' through were the exact same things he had been doing before he ran away. Were they talking about him? What did all of this mean? He looked back up to the face in the corner; were they a part of it, too?

Suddenly feeling very tired and confused he left the infoscreen alone and walked in to the room where he had spotted a bed earlier. He knew what it was and how to use it so he hoped it would be alright if he took a nap there. Wanting a hug but being all alone he crawled under the blankets and took one of the soft pillows in his arms, hugging it tightly. He felt a little bit sick, kind of scared but mostly exhausted. Sleep overtook his worried mind in a matter of minutes as the warmth of the thick layer of blankets and the soft, comfortable mattress put him more at ease.

When he opened his eyes next he stared directly in to the smiling face he had seen just a few moments ago; it was now no longer just a face but a complete person. They put a hand on his cheek and stroked it gently. Dave smiled back at it, leaning in to kiss them on the nose. The unknown male smiled more brightly because of it, showing some teeth.

“Are you CML?”, he asked seemingly without opening his mouth, eyes darting back and forth as he waited for the answer with great anticipation. The blueish-grey eyes of the other man changed slightly from happy to resigned.

He nodded slowly, then propped himself up on one arm, looking to the other side of the room. Dave followed suit to see what they were looking at. He saw two people; the man from before who brought him to this new place, standing at the foot of the bed and giving him a cheerful grin and Derrick.

Derrick stood in the door frame behind the friendly, helpful man looking disgusted. Making eye contact with his former partner-to-be he suddenly got very scared. Wanting to run away he tried getting up but found that he couldn't move; the other man in bed with him had wrapped his arms around his waist and was holding him back.

He looked around to see them smiling at him, still, as they pulled him back down on the bed. Then he noticed he was being pushed from the other side. Looking back he saw that the friendly man was now on his other side. Even though Derrick had left his position in the door post and was looking as though he wanted to hurt him, looming over them all, the friendly man made him pale by comparison, radiating a warmth and love Dave had never felt before.

The warmth and love surrounded him as he sank in to the mattress which seemed to be made out of pure light and downy feathers.