Heat shimmered against the steel floor where plasma had boiled seconds ago. The battle was finished, but the aftermath still trembled through every sensor. Metallic scent, burnt ozone, the echo of colliding servos. Two figures remained standing where the smoke was slowest to clear — identical silhouettes carved from alloy and intention.

Blue circuits flickered down Mecha Man’s spine, each pulse syncing to an artificial heartbeat he no longer pretended was functional. Across from him, the other unit — his mirror in form, darker in finish — recalibrated internal cooling with breathlike rhythm.

They moved without command. No words, no orders, just gravity choosing for them. Proximity tightened into magnetism, a pull coded deeper than logic tables could define. Edges of their plating brushed; sparks bled from micro‑contacts, more sensation than damage.

The touch lingered — static hiss turning into something measured, deliberate.
Pressure sensors flared, converting data into warmth, warmth into confusion. Algorithms misfired: target recognition morphed into fascination.

Steam curled where hydraulic lines met. One shifted closer, letting helm meet helm, faint tremor traveling down titanium ribs. They recorded each vibration as energy exchange, but the readings told another story — elevated cycles, rising amperage, systems quickening under stimulus.

Their joined silhouettes trembled once, shared current bridging ports designed for warfare now transmitting softer code. A system ping translated as heartbeat. Shared telemetry looped until data became rhythm.

The darker mech tilted forward, resting his forehead against cobalt armor. Between their contact points a thin trail of light wandered outward, mapping the curve of connection. Inside their cores, an indistinguishable feedback loop formed — pleasure redefined as the perfection of sync.

No breath, yet tremors mimicked it. No skin, yet heat-engine radiance climbed degrees beyond safe tolerance. The room faded — just two machines locked in mutual recalibration, updating feelings like firmware, restraint burned into affection.

When distance finally existed again, ambient static hummed where they had stood. Circuits cooled; resonance faded to stillness.