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Chapter One – A New Case


Hank Anderson had never been one for routine. Anyone at the DPD would be able to tell you that much by his attendance record alone. Usually, he didn’t give a shit about waking up early, or arriving to work on time. Having Connor in his life changed that- if only in the mornings, at least, because of the delicious smells that came wafting through the house from the kitchen one morning. It was only a week after the case had been closed and accords were still in the middle of being settled regarding the freedom and liberation of androids. Since it had been wrapped up, he’d somehow managed to have taken his partner in to live with him. They’d become close and he found that he actually enjoyed the “human” company in his leisure time at home. He’d never have thought that one day an android would be living under the same roof or that he’d actually want it to happen, but here they were.


And he certainly had no regrets.


Dragging himself out of bed, he ambled sleepily towards the kitchen to see Connor standing in front of the stove. He stared for a few moments before he was noticed, his brain not quite having caught up with him yet as he tried to figure out what the android was doing.


Connor turned around, spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other. Bacon was sizzling away inside it, but the hissing grease seemingly didn't affect the Android. "Good morning, lieutenant," he greeted, the LED at his temple blinking for a moment. "This is the first you've woken naturally before nine in the morning. I was anticipating the need to wake you myself, but this is a pleasant surprise." His eyes flickered to the table, and he gestured to it with the spatula. "Go ahead and take a seat. Your breakfast is almost done."


The only response Connor got initially was a vague mumble of words and grunts as Hank did as requested. He sighed and rubbed his face with both hands in an attempt to wake up somewhat before he turned to look at the other once more. "Didn't know you cooked." It was more of a statement than a question.


"It was not a function my original model came with," Connor explained, removing the bacon from the frying pan and shutting off the stove top. He fixed Hank a plate, including the bacon, three pancakes and a fried egg white, as well as a glass of orange juice. Carrying it to the table, he set it down and then sat across from him, hands neatly folded on the table top. "I downloaded a basic food program because of your repeated tendency to neglect your health."


Hank pulled a face, both at Connor's words and the orange juice. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a drink that was not at least mixed with alcohol or caffeine. Though he couldn't deny the food smelled great and, with an agreeing grumble from his stomach, he knew he wasn't in a position to complain, especially not after all the trouble Connor had gone to. As the first bite entered his mouth, his eyes widened slightly and he hummed.


"Wow, this is actually pretty good. Shame you can't eat it, seeing as you made it and all."


"Thank you, Lieutenant." Connor watched him eat until Sumo came snuffling in for attention, turning to give him a generous belly rub. "While I could, technically, consume food, it provides me no nutritional value, and would simply sit in my throat canal until I extracted it."


"You don't have to call me that, you know," Hank said, rubbing the back of his neck. "We live together, you can call me Hank. I think we're there now," he chuckled lightly.


"Alright, I'll try to use your first name more often when we're not at the station," he replied. "You should prepare for the day once breakfast is completed. I will walk Sumo to give you optimal time to dress for work."


Hank nodded and continued to eat his food. He felt slightly bad that Connor had gone to this trouble- before the events of the previous week, androids were only seen as servants, so the idea of Connor doing such a thing felt like a step back. Although, he figured that Connor would argue that it was something he wanted to do rather than what he felt he needed to do so he let it go. "It’s alright, I probably need the exercise so I'll join ya. Plus, I don't care about my appearance. It doesn’t take me ages to get ready."


<NEWENTRY_ANDERSON, HANK: Does not care about appearance>


Connor's LED blinked yellow as he updated his file on the lieutenant, nodding to himself. "You should. Making yourself presentable is ideal for social interactivity. If you like, I can pick out your clothes?"


"Hey, I'm social. I go out and drink and stuff," Hank grumbled, shovelling the last of his food into his mouth and then standing. "Go for it if you'd like, I ain't fussed. Pick something you think would look good on me." He gestured to his room as if to say 'after you'.


Look good? An area of subjectivity Connor wasn't accustomed to, yet. A quick scan of Hank's body type and skin pigmentation suggested he would be best suited for earthy tones, and headed into his bedroom to hunt some clothes down. He came back a minute later with his chosen articles and handed them to Hank. "Here you go, lieuten - I mean, Hank."


Hank looked down at the clothes and pulled a face. "One, that's probably the most boring shirt I will own, and two, you forgot clean underwear. What, you want me commando today?" He teased.


Connor blinked, expression briefly surprised. "Forgive me, Hank, I'll attempt to find a pair that isn't stained," he shot back.


Hank resisted the urge to smack his head. "You bastard, none are stained." He shook his own head and walked off to find them himself, mumbling incoherently in his disapproval.


Connor left him to it, hooking the leash to Sumo's collar and waiting by the door for Hank to return. He calculated that, if they made one trip around the city block, it would be more than enough to stimulate a healthy bowel movement in the Saint Bernard. He held the door open for Hank when he emerged. "You look very nice."


The comment caught Hank off guard, and he had to double take Connor as he processed it. "I uh... Thanks," he said, avoiding the android's gaze as a light blush dusted his cheeks. He wasn't sure why Connor's comments had such an effect on him. Usually if anyone said anything vaguely nice to him he just responded with a grunt or ignored them.


"You're very welcome," Connor replied, closing the door behind the lieutenant as they began their walk.


<NEWENTRY_ANDERSON, HANK: Blushes at compliments. Not often praised for physical appearance?>


The walk was mostly in silence at first, with Hank attempting to think about why Connor's comment made him feel hot and bothered. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and he still couldn't come up with a solution. He was a lieutenant for god's sake, he should be able to figure out why the android had such an effect on him. "So uh, how're you feeling?" He asked, attempting to make polite conversation so he didn't have to dwell on it. "I mean since, you know, you can actually feel things now."


"That's a good question." Connor opted to stare ahead as they walked, LED spinning yellow. "As of this moment, I believe I'm content. Sorting out these new feelings is...going to take me some time. I'm not used to being able to do entirely what I want." He turned, looking at Hank. "And you? How are you feeling in this moment?"


"Me? I dunno... Tired? Some asshole woke me up with damn tasty food this morning." He smirked to let Connor know he was joking. Well, he was annoyed initially at being woken up early but deep down he knew it was for his own good. And he liked it.


Connor's mouth ticked up in a small smile, stooping with a bag to collect Sumo's waste. "We should return him to the house and get going."


"You want me to turn up on time?" Hank chuckled and shook his head. "Connor, I appreciate all the good gestures to try and get me to become an ideal citizen or whatever, but I'm not gonna change just like that. Besides, it's a nice day. Too nice to be on time for work."


"That’s not ideal, but," Connor shrugged, "I am not the one Captain Fowler will yell at when we arrive late." He turned, guiding Sumo to turn around and start walking back towards the house.


"Nah, he doesn't scare me. I work hard enough that he doesn't care anymore." Hank shook his head then smirked at him. "But he might yell at you if I tell him it was your fault we're late... Equality, right Connor?"


"You wouldn't do that," Connor bluffed, "and even if you did, he would not believe you, when comparing our track records side by side. Statistically speaking, I've gotten you into the station 54% earlier than you would have by yourself these past few weeks."


As they re-entered the house, Connor unhooked Sumo and watched him amble off to eat. "In any case, if we aren't going to work right now, what are we going to do?"


"Drink?" Hank suggested, not entirely joking. Connor was a good influence on him, and as much as he still hated his life he had to admit he dreaded to think what would happen if Connor wasn't around. He felt his stomach turn and made a face. "You're a good kid, Connor. Too good for me."


"I can't consume liquids, Hank," he reminded him, "but I suppose one won't hurt you." He wasn't sure what the lieutenant meant, with his second statement however, and asked him to clarify. "You seem upset."


"Who, me? Nah, not at all. Just, uh, I need a drink. Gone too long without one." He moved quickly towards his fridge and pulled out the first bottle he found, hoping Connor would stop questioning him. He knew what the weird feeling in his stomach was. It was something he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since his wife was alive. "And sure you can. You have analysis shit in your mouth. Can you not just empty it out later?"


"I can, but it's a tedious task," Connor explained, "and if I happen to spill any, the resulting liquid could damage my systems."


"Ah well, more for me." Hank said, taking a swig of the bottle with a grin. "Ah, that hits the spot," he said with a contented sigh, then screwed the cap back on and placed it in the fridge. "Alright then, let’s get going to that shithole. Guess there's no use delaying the inevitable."


Connor's brows went up, surprised Hank had given in so quickly. "Oh! Alright. For safety, I should drive however. I don't know how quickly humans become intoxicated after consuming alcohol."


Hank was about to argue saying he'd been fine, but he didn't want to worry Connor. And, truth be told, he felt lazy so didn't actually feel like driving anyway. He gestured out the door. "Lead the way."


He turned, giving Sumo one final pat goodbye before exiting the house and climbing into the car. After some minor adjustments to the seat and steering wheel, he started it up and drove them to the station.

 When they got to the station, it wasn't a surprise to see all heads turn towards them in shock as they walked in. "Yeah, I know, I'm shocked too." Hank said, as if to answer the room's stares all at once. He didn't linger to talk to anyone, though, making a beeline for his desk where he sat down and rubbed his forehead. "Connor, go get me a coffee, will ya?"


"Well, well, if it isn't lieutenant drunkass and his little pet husband," came a voice coming closer. Hank didn't have to open his eyes to know who it was. "Little early for you, isn't it?"


"Shut your mouth, Reed. Go do some work for a change instead of bitching" He said, shooting a glare to the younger man.


Connor frowned, his posture much more reminiscent to when he hadn't gone Deviant as Gavin approached them. "Good morning, detective," he said, tone formal and dry. It seemed his friendlier mannerisms were reserved strictly for Hank.


Gavin shot a glare towards Connor, not even attempting to hide his disdain. "At least it knows its manners." Hank barely held back a growl. As much as he wanted to stand up for Connor, he wanted the android to do it himself. After all, he wouldn't be there forever to piss Gavin off.


"Legally, I am now a "he." I'd be better inclined to speak to you if you could show me the same respect," Connor explained.


Gavin rolled his eyes and looked as if he was about to retaliate when he was called by someone across the room. He shot the two of them one last glare before turning away.


"When will that bastard stop being a racist little shit?" Hank said, shaking his head as he opened up the terminal to check cases. Connor didn't have an answer. Instead, he shrugged, and walked into the break room to grab Hank his requested coffee.


"Ah, thanks," Hank smiled warmly at him when he returned and took a sip of the drink. "Mmh, the good stuff. Right so we got another case- homicide. Android on android it seems, which is now something we gotta do. Laws changed pretty quickly. Markus must've made some progress."


Connor wanted to smile back, but he was already concerned about the details of the case. "Androids killing other androids? So soon after revolution?" He crossed his arms and frowned. "What do we know?"


Hank gestured for Connor to join him around his side of the desk so they could both look at the same screen. "Happened last night at some point. We don't have enough info on androids to determine an ETD, though you might be able to handle that. Neighbors heard fighting and gunshots. Apparently they didn't really know it was androids until the cops got there but at least it's kind of a start to justice," he shrugged, "I mean, given that we've been assigned this."


"We should head out right away," he said, "excuse me a moment." Connor leaned over Hank's chair and placed his hand on the interface to download the case file to his memory bank, brushing up against the lieutenant to reach it.


Hank jumped slightly at the touch, but tried not to make a big deal out of it. He waited until Connor was done before coughing awkwardly and standing to leave. "Let's get going then."


"Alright. Are you sober enough to drive, or should I continue to do so?" he inquired as they exited the building.


Hank rolled his eyes. "Yeah, coffee sobered me up… Unfortunately."


"That's socially considered a good thing, lieutenant," Connor teased, "I will drive again, don't worry."


Hank mumbled to himself in what sounded like an annoyed tone, but he couldn't help but smile at Connor's words.

 When they arrived at the crime scene, Connor was already looking for traces of evaporated thirium. "Allow me some time to reconstruct the incident, please," he told Hank.


"Go ahead," Hank waved his hand flippantly as he eyed the scene before him. It looked oddly similar to the first case he and Connor had been assigned together. He watched closely as Connor walked around, bending and peering at the evidence scattered around.


He couldn't help but check out his ass while he did so. It was so firm and flat. He idly wondered what his skin felt like there, and what he actually had beneath the- he snapped back to really with a start. That was weird. He shouldn't be having those thoughts about his partner.  


Connor wandered around the scene, building a mental map of the crime and coming back to Hank with a frown. "Something isn't adding up, lieutenant," he explained, "there was a third assailant."


"Hm? What?" Hank said, suddenly noticing Connor's presence in front of him. "O-oh, yeah, How'd you figure?"


"Well, first -" he said, frowning, "is everything alright? You appear distracted."


"Hm? No, no I'm good. Just uh, lost in thought for a sec." He gestured with his hand for Connor to confirm, a light blush dusting his cheeks.


Connor nodded, explaining that the bullet trajectories, compared to the time of death for the androids, is implying a third person involved. "That isn't all," he said, "either there was a third shooter, or someone was tampering with the scene before we got here - someone human, because there are fingerprints."


Hank nodded, folding his arms as he took in Connor's words. "Interesting... Either way I think it's probably safe to assume this isn't someone on board with the freedom of androids. They either killed because of it, or wanted to sew doubts about what actually happened to make us think it was them."


"I'm almost done reconstructing the crime," Connor said, "but I have to complete some analyses..." which, of course, meant shoving things in his mouth.


Hank rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what that meant. "alright, just... Don't let me see you do it, alright? Freaks me out..." he shook his head and began to look around the crime scene for himself; couldn't let Connor do all the work.


Connor nodded, purposely keeping his back to Hank as he collected several samples. "I've got an ID on the fingerprints."


"Great. We'll run 'em later and find where they live." Hank walked over to Conner and patted his head. "Good work, Con."


Connor quirked his mouth to the side. " not a dog, lieutenant. But thank you."


"After chasing that ball I threw for Sumo, I have doubts," Hank teased.


"That was one time!" If androids were naturally equipped with the ability to blush, Connor's cheeks would be lit up. Instead, he produced an indignant noise and declared that he was done analyzing the crime scene.


Hank barked out a laugh and nodded. "Alright, let's get going then. Sooner we catch the perp the better."


Connor nodded, going back to the car. "We should attempt to locate the human, first."


Hank hummed in agreement. "Can you do that now or do you need the terminal back at the DPD?" He scratched at his beard awkwardly. "To be honest, I'm still not sure the extent of what you can do. Didn't wanna assume..."


"I can access public records. Anything more in depth requires me to visit the station so that I can access police files." he explained.


"Okay, you... You do your thing then. Let me know where to go."

 They headed to the station so Connor could obtain more detailed files on their suspect. When he pressed his hand against the terminal to look him up, his LED turned yellow and he looked...very uncomfortable. "Oh...that's going to be...a problem."


"What up?" Hank asked, looking over the divider desk between them with his brows furrowed in worry. It wasn't often that something worried Connor- or at least in the two weeks or so that he'd known him, he knew at least that if Connor looked like that then it wasn't good. "Don't tell me they fled the country or something?"


"No, if he'd fled the country we would simply contact authorities overseas," he said, removing his hand. "Our suspect doesn't have a definitive home address, but what is known is that...he frequents Lace & Lust...a BDSM club." Connor looked to Hank, brows furrowed, "and police aren't allowed without some serious probable cause. We'll have to go undercover..."


Hank felt the colour drain from his face, glancing around in a panic to see if anyone had overheard Connor. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw no one around. "Follow me," he said, standing and walking quickly to one of the private side rooms where they wouldn't be overheard. Once safe inside, Hank turned to Connor with an unsure look. "You sure that's the only place? Or you just playing a joke on me?"


"I don't joke around with murder, lieutenant," Connor stated firmly, "this is our best lead. I'm sorry." He looked away, hands in his pockets. "We can forge memberships to get in, but we'll likely need to purchase real ones so as not to cause any suspicion...but we'd have to pose as a couple. If you're uncomfortable with that, Captain Fowler could find you a woman to infiltrate the club with…?"


Hank was lost for words for a few moments. It wasn't that he didn't want to pretend to be with Connor- one of the reasons his marriage didn't work all those years ago was because she found out he was bi. His issue was more the nature of the club itself, and the social taboo surrounding the subject. If Connor was human he'd probably understand why Hank was embarrassed at the thought of going to such a place. Slowly he shook his head. "No, no I'll go with you just... Look, Con, this isn't something we can go around telling everyone. We might get in serious trouble. That place ain't exactly a legal gathering. And especially if someone knows we went together..."


"I understand," Connor nodded. "My ability to pick up on social cues isn't the greatest, I admit, but I realize that the nature of the club carries a lot of weight. I promise not to alert anyone to this part of our investigation, in order to preserve your reputation."


"And your own, Connor." Hank rolled his eyes. "You have free will, you're your own person. This will affect you, too. Are you sure you want to go with... Me?" As much as he wanted to go with Connor, he couldn't see the appeal of wanting to go with an old man like himself. He was far from a catch, and even though this wasn't them actually entering into a real relationship, he still felt like he would only be a burden on Connor for it. Plus, given the nature of the club and what they might have to do, he wasn't sure if the android would really want to be friends with him afterwards.


"Of course, Hank," he said. "I could go alone, but that would require me to potentially engage in lewd acts with a stranger. As I know you, it would be much less awkward to pretend to be in a romantic relationship, and having two sets of eyes looking for our target is much better than one." He shrugged his shoulders, LED spinning yellow. "Besides, you are the only one in the DPD that appears to fully acknowledge deviants as People. I want to progress this case with someone who will take it as seriously as I do.. Someone who cares."


Hank found himself blushing slightly at Connor's words. He knew he didn't mean it like he wanted it to but- whoa, wait, like he wanted? How did he want it? He shook his head, quickly brushing aside such thoughts. It would do him no good to think anything like that with a mission like this.


"Right... So... We're doing this then..." He scratched his beard and glanced Connor up and down. He knew the android didn't have any clothing aside from his usual getup and the one set he'd used for infiltrating Jericho, and neither were the sort of gear for a BDSM club. Heck, he didn't even have stuff himself. "We need new clothes."


"Do you want to purchase the necessary items online, or in a physical store?" he asked, looking relieved that Hank was on board with the plan. Truthfully, he was happy doing anything with Hank. He was his best… rather, his only friend.


Hank thought for a moment, not really liking the outcome but they had no alternative. "In person. Online will take a while to arrive and we need this case solved as soon as possible." He turned to head out of the room. "Come on, let's get going,"


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Chapter 2: Sex Shop Boogaloo


"Alright. There are four shops in Detroit that provide the type of clothing we're looking for," Connor explained, setting off for the closest one. "Do we need fake names?"


"Yeah. And you should probably change your hair settings. At least the colour," Hank said, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out his baseball hat, tucking his hair inside and pulling the cap down over his eyes. "I'll be... Uh... Fuck I don’t know... Harry?"


"Okay." Connor contemplated his appearance for a moment, then shifted the colour of his hair to black, and gave himself a large smattering of freckles across the span of his nose and cheeks, as well as made his eyes blue. "Is this better, Han- ah, Harry?"


Hank almost forgot how to breathe for a moment. He turned to face the road ahead and pulled the cap down further to hide it. "Yeah, looks good... What should I call you?"


"I'm not sure. I've only ever been RK800, or Connor. I'll scan a database for popular male names..." Connor closed his eyes, his light blinking slowly. "Perhaps, Clyde, or Carlos, if we're going to keep the first letter correct?"


"Carlos. I knew a Clyde once, bastard owed me money for years," Hank grumbled. "We there yet?"


"Drive one more block," Connor said. His official CyberLife jacket changed, replacing Connor with Carlos, and RK800 with BL420. "So that I am harder to identify," he explained, "though I suppose it won't matter, since we are buying new clothes." Regardless, efficiency never hurt.


Hank just hummed in reply, going silent until they reached the store. Thankfully the store was in a quiet backstreet which made it even less likely that they'd be spotted and recognised. Also, the city wasn't as busy during the day as it should have been because of the evacuations the prior week. Not everybody had returned yet.


The store was down in a basement level, quite dark with neon pink lighting all around. There were maybe two or three other people there at the moment but no one spared them a glance, much to Hank's relief. "Right... Where to start?" He asked, looking around not really sure where to head first.


Connor's LED flickered, presumably looking something up, and even in the low light, he appeared distinctly uncomfortable. "According to a preliminary online search...we need clothing and supplies suited for...a dominant and a subservient," he explained quietly.


Hank also looked suspiciously embarrassed, but he set aside his pride for now. They had a mission to accomplish after all. "Right... Um..." He looked around and noticed a section for androids. Walking over he looked over the various assortments of accessories for attachments. He knew some androids (mainly the sex ones) were given anatomy for their partners needs but he had no idea what Connor's situation would be. "Hey, uh... Carlo, what's your situation, you know," he gestured to his crotch. "Down there?"


"My situ...Oh." Connor stiffened. "Um...I'm functions don't include...a need for genitalia…"


"So you need this stuff, right..." He paused and mentally kicked himself for assuming they were actually going to go that far. "Well, if you feel you need it? Up to you, it's your body after all."


Connor hesitated. "It wouldn't hurt...efficiency is imperative," he stated, looking away. "Um, Harry? Would you mind...looking for your own supplies while I...?"


"Oh, yeah, 'course. Come find me when you're done, I'll be, uh," he nodded in the other direction before walking off. He was actually glad that Connor wanted to do this part separately. It was embarrassing enough being here, but having to pick out stuff to potentially use together while together was too much. Hank's face felt like it was on fire as he browsed the various toys and equipment to choose from. He didn't want to go too overboard- after all they weren't really into this as a real couple. For himself he settled on a pair of leather pants that had a two way zipper all around, a pair of heavy biker boots, some leather cuffs, a mini waistcoat and a leather and chain cop style hat. Finding the stuff for using on Connor took even longer to settle on, eventually deciding on a collar and chain, two sets of metal handcuffs, and a crop. He wasn't sure he'd actually use the hat- he'd picked it up more for a joke than anything else.


Connor didn't ask to see what Hank picked out, and he wasn't eager to show his partner what he'd picked out himself. The two of them simply nodded at one another when they were done and went to check out. Separately.


"Did you require any discreet packaging today?" the cashier asked, a sweet-looking android with a kitty choker and a lace bralette. "We understand that not everyone is open about their lifestyles. And if you happen to be new to BDSM, I'm more than happy to answer any and all questions you may have about your purchases today."


"Discreet, please," Hank said quickly, flashing the android a polite smile. "No questions from me." Although he'd never indulged in this kind of thing himself, he knew enough about it that he'd be able to pull off a convincing act.


Once he'd paid, he waited for Connor to be done with his and walked they walked out together. Hank wasn't really sure what to say- or even if he should say something about what he'd bought for Connor. They'd have to talk at some point about rules and such, and that wasn't a conversation he really wanted to have. Or at least, he wasn't nearly drunk enough to have.


"Let's go home first. Place doesn't open for a few hours after all," He suggested as they placed their bags in the boot and climbed in, Hank at the driver's seat.


Connor, uncharacteristically quiet, just nodded and climbed into shotgun, staring out the window with a spinning, yellow LED. He looked...sad? No, worried, like he wasn't sure about what they were doing. Connor just hoped that, whatever came out of this, it didn't jeopardize his relationship with Hank. He treasured him as a friend.


The silence lasted until they were home. The bags had been dumped on Hank's bed- safely out of Sumo's reach as Hank didn't trust his dog not to sniff around and find something to chew that he shouldn't. They both sat at the dining table, Hank halfway through his second bottle of beer before he began to speak. "So, uh... Do you have any questions?"


"," Connor said, utilizing a filler word yet again, "yes. Several."


"I'm not an expert on this kind of thing but... well I know a bit so,' Hank gestured for him to ask.


"First question; can we establish a safe word?" he asked. "I'd...not that I believe you would intentionally cause me harm, but I would feel better having one."


"Fuck, of course I wouldn't!" Hank agreed. "But yeah, we do need one just in case I guess... How about... Deviant?" He cracked a small smile, attempting to hopefully break the awkward tension slightly.


Connor's LED finally reverted back to blue and he smiled, the expression more accentuated by his new freckles. "Sure. Deviant," he agreed. "Next do you want to handle the suspect once we locate him?"


Hank felt his stomach twist at the sight and pushed down his feelings. Now wasn't the time. "Either trail him until he leaves or- depending on his... preferences... One of us lures him out so that we can arrest him outside the vicinity. No police, remember? Don't want to cause any unnecessary fuss." Hank shook his head. "Makes sense why he'd hide there now."


"Alright," he nodded, "next far do we have to go to maintain our facade?" His body started overheated at just the idea of simply putting on the attire he'd picked out! Let alone doing anything...intimate with Hank. Undeniably, he was handsome, but an Android and a human? Together, so soon after the Revolution? It wasn't possible...


Hank also turned red as he avoided Connor's gaze and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, uh... Does it mention anything on the website? In the membership rules I mean?"


Connor checked, blinking. "No law enforcement...membership video recordings...any and all equipment rented from the club must be sanitized and returned...and...those who do not engage properly will be removed and their memberships revoked without question."


"Ah... Well, that answers your question... Sort of..." Hank let out a long breath before continuing. "Look, Connor, it's a tricky thing but we've just got to grit our teeth and do it to catch this guy. As far as intimacy... We'll at least have to kiss and you'll have to do what I command you to do. I guess we can figure out the rest once we're there and see what other people do and try to... Blend in..."


Connor nodded, avoiding eye contact. "I'm fine with that," he told him quietly, "but, lieutenant...this won't hurt our friendship, will it?"


Hank paused for a few moments. He really wanted to reassure Connor but he honestly didn't know for certain, and he didn't want to lie to him. "It might... But it also might not..." He looked back at Connor. "Look, if it helps, while we're there try not to think of it as me. I don't want to do this anymore than you do,' lies ‘but justice needs to prevail here. This fucker thinks he can hide where he thinks we won't follow, so we gotta do what we gotta do." He shrugged.


Connor nodded. It wasn't the answer he wanted, but it was the answer he would take. "Alright, then...I purchased upgrade, that should help me in Lace & Lust. Please allow me some time alone to integrate it into my systems..." He stood from the table, walking into the bedroom to grab his purchases and then closing himself into the bathroom for privacy. It would take some time to install the Sensitivity upgrade, and his new...package.


Hank tried not to think about what Connor was doing in the bathroom. He really did. It was too hard not to though. He let out a soft groan and rubbed his face tiredly with both hands. Sumo padded up to him and let out a small, inquisitive whine as he cocked his head up at him. Hank smiled softly and reached down to scratch behind his ears which made him pant. "I know, Sumo. I know."


Sumo boofed at him, wagging his tail. He was much more energetic with Connor around, lately. It was nice.


In the bathroom, Connor was having a minor crisis. He'd installed everything correctly but he didn't know how to turn it off. Everything felt like too much and not enough at once. Now he had erogenous zones and desires and his LED was pink. It turned fucking pink when he was aroused. "Oh boy..." he whispered, shuddering. This was a bad idea. This was a bad program. He was going to uninstall it the second the investigation was over. And his pants didn't fit right anymore, tailored to his lower body sans dick. It was hopelessly inconvenient.


Connor had been in the bathroom for a while, and although he had no intention of intruding, Hank couldn't help but worry slightly. He paused at the door for a few seconds deciding if he should check or not before deciding to know. "Connor? Everything okay in there?"


Connor jolted, accidentally hitting his arm against the sink, and yelled in pain. Wait, pain? This damned instalment made him experience pain, too!? "I-I'm fine! Don't worry!"


"Yeah, the scream really convinces me," Hank answered sarcastically, but made no move to enter. He didn't want to scare Connor, after all.


"Just, uh," he called, roaming through his programming, "just upgrade!" he found the correct sequence and turned it off, relaxing. "It's fine, I figured it out, now. Let me dress and I'll be out.."


"... Alright..." Hank didn't sound convinced, now worrying even more at the thought of the equipment hurting in anyway... Wait, hurting? Could Connor feel things now? He didn't want to seem too intrusive and ask, given how intrusive he was going to have to be later that evening, so he let it go for now and walked to the living room and switched on the news while he waited.


Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then carefully put his normal attire back on. He didn't need to touch the other things for a few hours, at least, and wasn't quite ready to put on such exposing articles, yet. Would Hank think he looked good? Attractive? He shook his head to dispel those thoughts, slowly exiting the bathroom.


Hank jumped as he heard the bathroom door open and turned around to look. He was hoping Connor would be wearing his new outfit but he'd have plenty of time to see it later. His eyes were drawn to the new and quite large bulge in his pants. "Jeez Con, did you pick the biggest one you could find?" Hank said, his tone joking but his expression slightly aroused, if the blush alone was anything to go by.


Connor stopped, moving his hands to block the view. His cheeks were strangely turning blue, now. Must have been part of the update, a sudden inability to blush.


"No," he said defensively. "These pants were tailored to my model without any...attachments in mind. It looks bigger than it is..."


Hank kept looking for a few more moments then chuckled. "If you say so. Do you have to keep that attached all the time? If so, we'll probably have to get you some new ones."


"Yes, I will need new pants," he said, reluctant about that fact. Some part of him didn't want to throw away his default uniform. It was his. They weren't clothes he stole, or clothes he had to obtain for the sake of a mission, they were Connor's clothes. He had always owned them.


"We'll go tomorrow then," Hank said, turning g around the face the TV again. As much as he wanted to look at Connor, now that he had that extra part and it was very obvious he found it extremely hard not to look.


Connor relaxed as he turned away, embarrassed at how obvious the bulge was. Maybe he would be better off changing right now and just sitting around in the gear before they left...was this how it felt to be self-conscious? He didn't like it!


When he didn't hear movement for a minute or so, Hank turned back around to see Connor still standing in the same spot. "Run out of batteries?" He asked, only half joking- if something was wrong with Connor it wouldn't be a laughing matter. Although he looked confused so he doubted it was a hardware malfunction.


Connor looked at him and quirked his mouth to the side, LED spinning yellow. "No, no, just thinking. I'm well." He forced his legs to move, sitting carefully down on the couch beside Hank.


"Penny for your thoughts?" Hank asked after a few more moments of silence. It was unusual for Connor to be quiet, and Hank was worried that the nature of this mission had him freaked.


"I am experiencing...discomfort," he admitted, after a moment. "I've already changed my body several times in the span of three hours. It's...a lot. But I will be fine."


"You sure?" Hank gave him a reassuring smile and gently touched his arm. "Look, Con, you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to. I can go alone and you can wait in the car for backup, or... Fuck I dunno, but we can think of something else if you'd rather...?"


"No, it's fine," he assured him, placing his hand overtop Hank's. "I've already updated my matrix, and we've already made the necessary purchases. I can see this through to the end, and if I can't, then that's what the safe word is for."


Hank felt a surge of warmth at Connor's touch but suppressed any thoughts about it. Instead, he nodded and said, "That's true."


Connor looked away, feeling warm. "The club will open in another hour or so… we should see about purchasing memberships," he said, "and changing… clothes..."


"Membership first. I'll leave you to do that and uh... May as well get it over and done with," Hank let out a sigh and walked off towards his bedroom to get into his gear.


Connor went about purchasing their memberships, hesitating as he entered their information. Harry...Andrews? No, that sounded too fake. Anderson was out of the question, so he decided to go with the generic Smith. But what would Carlos' surname be? He couldn't also be Smith, that would imply they were married...or otherwise related. Connor grimaced, and simply filled in BL420. He was an android, anyway. He didn't have a designated surname to begin with. Once their memberships were purchased (RIP his expense account), he stood to go change into his new clothes.


Hank was already changed by the time Connor walked in to collect his gear. He was pulling a face as he eyed himself in the mirror. "I feel like mutton dressed as lamb," he grumbled, not wanting to look in Connor's direction from embarrassment. The pants clung to his skin in an uncomfortable way, and he felt weird with his chest and stomach exposed. When he was younger he'd been quite fit and healthy, though depression was a bitch to him and he'd let himself go. He wasn't morbidly obese or anything, but he did have a noticeable extra bit of sag in his skin. He wasn't that hairy either- with only a small patch in the middle of his chest and his lower stomach leading to his crotch. He tied up his hair into a ponytail and eyed his beard. "I'm gonna trim this, you can change here," he said, moving past Connor to the bathroom.


"Okay," Connor mumbled, staring openly after Hank as he exited the room. His pants felt a little tighter and he fought to get himself under control, shaking his head. As soon as he saw the collar resting in the bag, however, he made a choked noise and covered his face with his hands. This was, hands down, going to be the toughest investigation of his life.


Slowly, he managed to wiggle into the leather booty shorts, net vest, and thigh stockings with garter belts that he’d purchased. He then picked up and secured the collar around his neck, shuddering at the feel of it. He was pretty much ready, so he let out a deep breath and exited the bedroom.


Hank felt his mouth go dry as he saw Connor in his outfit. His trousers tightened as well which made the discomfort worse. "Wow, uh..." Hank said, unable to stop running his eyes over Connor's entire body. "You... You look... Good," he murmured a very quiet 'fuck' afterwards. He hadn't shaved his face completely but the majority of his beard had been trimmed away, leaving only a bit of stubble all over left.


"Thank you. I feel uncomfortably exposed," he stated, looking down at his attire. He let his eyes roam up and down Hank's body as well, shy. "Shall we… I don't know what I'm supposed to call you. Master?"


Hank felt his cock twitch again and for a brief moment thought maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But he knew they had to do this. They had a job to do, and hopefully it wouldn't last too long and they could move past this. "Seems a bit too slave-like. I mean, yeah I know that's a thing but given what you are and what's just happened," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Fuck, I don’t know. Any other suggestions?"


Connor scanned the internet for other names in place of that. "How about... Daddy?"


"FUCK NO!" Hank countered quickly. Being an actual father had ruined that for him, and given the difference in how old they both looked he'd feel very weird about Connor calling him that.


Connor flinched, apologetic. "I'm sorry. What about... Sir?"


Hank thought for a few moments before nodding. "Yeah, that'll do. Come on then, let's get going," he said before grabbing them both a coat from the rack because there was no way in hell he was going out dressed like this. Plus it was winter, and he didn't know the extent of how much Connor could feel. He didn't want him to catch a cold... If androids could even catch colds?


Connor felt much more at ease shrugging the coat on. It was Hank's, so it was oversized, making him look more petite than he was as it fell to his mid-thigh. "Can we go buy new clothes, after we leave the club?" he asked him. "I've developed a new appreciation for conservative attire."


Hank barked out a laugh, thankful that the tension seemed to have been broken for now. "We can go tomorrow; nothing will be open when we're done tonight."


"Tomorrow, then," he agreed, climbing into the car. They then set off for Lace & Lust, the BDSM club, to find their potential perp. Connor sincerely hoped he actually did it, for all the effort they put into this.



Chapter Text

Chapter Three: New Twunk on the Block


The club was, like the store, situated in a discreet part of town down on the basement level of a large store that was shut for the night. No one was really hanging around outside- probably wanting to wait until the safety of the club before beginning their lewd acts. There was a small queue waiting to go in but it was moving fairly quick so they wouldn't have to wait long. Hank parked down the road- not right outside the club but close enough that they wouldn't have far to go when they caught the perp. "Well, here we are..." Hank said, shooting Connor what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Ready, Carlos?"


Connor closed his eyes, LED flickering from blue to yellow, then settling on pink. He opened his eyes again and slowly nodded. "Ready, Harry," he stated, not allowing himself a moment to hesitate before climbing out of the car, and walking with him to join the queue.


As they walked along and queued up, Hank reached over and held Connor's hand. More for comfort rather than for the act, but he wasn't going to admit that out loud.


Some of the tension bled out of Connor's shoulders. He squeezed his hand gently and leaned against Hank's shoulder. For the charade, he told himself, but really he just wanted comfort. Hank was nice and warm, and if he happened to look like the demure sub he was supposed to be, well, all the better.


Once they got inside the club, Hank began to feel two things. The first being a little more comfortable about his body and appearance because there was all sorts of people in this place, some with body types just like his (on both ends of the Dom/sub spectrum). The second, and more dominant emotion, he felt was something he'd never felt before- territorial. Several people were eyeing up Connor and checking him out. His hand moved around Connor's waist possessively.


Connor molded against him easily. It had only taken him a minute or so to map the entire layout of the club, including any and all exits. Unfortunately, he'd also located...stages. And platforms. And lots and lots and lots of equipment to borrow, and it looked like everyone inside was using at least one thing. Tonight they might be able to get away with simply idling around, because they were "new players," but they'd have to blend in like everyone else eventually. "Lieu- I mean, Harry," he whispered, spotting a normal chair, "lead me over there. We can sit and look for our suspect."


Hank nodded and pulled Connor over to where he had gestured. He sat down and pulled Connor down so that he was straddling his lap. "Get to work, Carlo baby," Hank ordered, sitting back and looking at Connor expectedly. His heart was hammering so fast with nerves. He was glad it didn't show in his voice of expression.


Connor floundered, producing a distressed noise, and his cheeks turned bright blue. "Y...yes, sir," he murmured. He let the new program he installed guide him into a lap dance, grinding against Hank slow and sensually. He looked away, half because he couldn't look the lieutenant in the face anymore and half because he was looking for their suspect.


When Hank had asked him to work, he hadn't expected a full on choreographed lap dance. The surprise on his face only lasted a few moments before he had to try and hold back a groan. What Connor was doing felt amazing. "Fuck... Keep doing what you're doing," he said, blushing hard as he realised what he'd said. Hopefully Connor would think he was just playing along.


"Yes, sir," he replied quietly. It was easier to give in than he'd thought...must've been the program. He'd bought it specifically to help him blend in with Hank, but it acted a soothing balm, almost, guiding his functions to pleasure instead of analytics. Connor felt good, not knowing at the time that he was slipping into subspace.


Hank groaned and ground back against him, placing his hands on his waist to give himself leverage. He was also losing himself in the moment, not really thinking and just acting on feeling.


"Lovely display," someone praised. Connor gasped and halted his movements, curling against Hank shyly and turning to look at another Android. He was tall and dark - the same model as Luther - and had a human sub he was leading by her leash. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said, tilting his head, "I just couldn't help but watch. Never seen you two around before, welcome to Lace and Lust." he looked to Hank and tilted his head. "If you're ever interested in a playdate, my name is Michael. I'd love to see what your pet can do."


Hank was at a loss for words for a few moments, still half in the moment of what Connor had been doing. He smiled politely and waved his hand. "Thanks, but he’s mine. I don't share." As if to prove his point, he grabbed Connor's ass and squeezed lightly. As an afterthought he then thought this android may be of some use in the investigation. "If I change my mind I'll come find ya. Name's Harry, this is Carlos. You come here often?"


"I do. My little River Lily and I are here three times a week." Michael caressed his sub's cheek and she leaned into it desperately, like she needed it to live. "I've helped new players here and there. Was there something you needed?"


Hank looked at Connor and gave him a meaningful look. After all, Connor knew what the man looked like, plus if he wanted to know anything about being a sub now was the time to ask... Well, catching the perp was more important obviously.


Connor caught on to his imploring look easily enough, but wasn't sure how to ask Michael about their suspect without completely blowing their cover. Instead, he glanced down at his sub, and formed new questions. "I..." he said quietly, "I'm new to...this, all of it. A friend of ours, James Walden (their perp), said this place was fun. Do you have advice for being good for Sir?"


"You know Walden?" Michael asked, looking surprised. "I mean, you I'd get, but him?" He said, pointing at Connor.


"What about him?" Hank asked carefully.


Michael and Lily shared a look before looking back at the other two. "He's a known android hater. Usually hangs out towards the back where androids aren't allowed."


Connor catalogued the information immediately, searching for an acceptable lie at the same time. "Sir lets him rough me up, sometimes," he blurted, "I...enjoy pain...and it gives James catharsis...Harry's only condition is that he doesn't break me."


"A-ah, I see. Makes sense..." Michael seemed a little uncomfortable with it still, but otherwise didn’t seem suspicious.


"If I may," Lily said, looking for at Michael for permission which was granted. "With your earlier question, Carlos, with being good you just have to do what he tells you to do. Daddy treats me like a good little girl," she giggled and cuddled into Michael's side, who smirked down at her. "If I'm good I get rewarded~"


"Oh, okay." Connor watched them interact and felt a strange sense of want. Would Hank ever look at him like that? Like the stars were in his eyes? He blushed and turned away, hiding his face in Hank's neck.


"I think someone's a little touch starved," Michael said with a chuckle, looking at Connor but tickling his sub under the chin at the same time. "We'll leave you to it. See you around, hopefully sooner rather than later~" he purred, winking at them both before walking off.


As they were still very much surrounded and had to act loving still, Hank leaned down to whisper into Connor's ear do he wouldn't be heard, "Are you alright?" As he said it his hands wandered to Connor's ass where he gently fondled it to keep up the facade.


"Yes." His answer was faint, breathy. What Hank was doing to him felt good, and he pushed his ass out a little more. "You heard him, right? Our suspect stays in the back, where I'm not allowed to go," he said. Needing to appear more subservient, he mouthed at Hank's neck almost absentmindedly, able to feel his pulse jump under his lips.


"We'll figure it out later, fuck..." Hank couldn't help but moan. He was too into the moment to care that he shouldn't be encouraging this. "Con, keep doing that..." He whispered, thankfully- otherwise their cover might’ve been blown.


"Okay." He trailed his lips lower, sucking a mark right above Hank's collarbone. Watching his skin turn different shades as he nipped at it was very entertaining.


"Fuck, yeah that's it..." He knew it was wrong to be encouraging this. He knew it was most likely going to damage their relationship. But God damn, in that moment it felt so right. "Good boy," he said, hands roaming his over ass again.


Connor shuddered, the praise rolling over him like a heat wave. His new cock was hard, straining in the confines of his shorts, and he ground into Hank's thigh to relieve the ache.


Hank let out a low, guttural groan at the action, finding himself grinding back a little. He leaned over Connor's shoulder to see what people around where doing- suddenly feeling self conscious of what they were doing and where it may be headed. To his relief quite a few couples were a lot farther gone into their lust- he was pretty sure he could see someone getting fucked roughly against the wall. Their hair was being gripped, head back and throat exposed where the fucker could access and bite at. It made Hank's cock twitch at the thought of doing that to Connor, but he felt too self conscious to do that here and now. Looking around again, he noticed a few people were actually watching the two of them and cheering them on.


"God, look at that hot little twink go."

"Twink? Look at his arms, that boy is a twunk, grinding up on his dommy like that."

"Must be a good fuckin lay. I'd like me a papa bear like that."


Connor heard the words of others, obviously directed at them, but couldn't find it within him to care. He was in Hank's lap, surrounded by his warmth and wandering hands, and that was enough for him.


"Fucking hell, just what are you doing to me?" Hank said before yanking Connor roughly by the metal loop of his collar and pulled him into a kiss. It was like an electric shock as their lips met, but it felt good; it felt right.


The noise Connor produced was nothing short of pornographic. Immediately his tongue analyzed Hank's lips, detecting the faint traces of alcohol from earlier, but that wasn't what he was focusing on. His mind was paying attention to how surprisingly soft Hank's lips were against his own, how good it felt to feel them molding against his mouth. And when he pulled on his collar, well...that ignited something in him he wasn't sure how to handle. It had felt felt great. He liked the collar, he liked the kiss, he liked Hank, and so did his cock. Shifting, Connor ground his erection directly into the lieutenant's, moaning wantonly into his mouth.


Hank made a noise in response which sounded vaguely like a swear, holding Connor's hips to keep him grinding directly against him there. The shouts of the people spurring them only only seemed to make Hank harder. Before this moment he'd have never considered doing such a thing, but now he was here by God it was freeing. Especially as the cheers weren't taunting in the slightest. This place was a a safe haven after all for the community, no judging here.


Connor panted against him, hands gripping at Hank's waist with a painful amount of force. "M'gonna cum," he whined.


"Fuck, already?" Hank murmured, but by no means stopped. He wanted Connor to come in front of all these people- with everyone knowing that it was him who had made him do that. "Cum for me then, darlin'" he said, grabbing Connor by his hair and pulling back so that he could hear what he sounded like when coming. Well, hear as well as he could over the noise.


"Ah!" Connor winced at the tight grip on his hair, but it did nothing but spark a deeper arousal in the pit of his torso. His LED flashed a brighter pink, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came with a whimper.


Hank couldn't take his eyes off him as he came. It was a breathtaking sight; Connor made it look so majestic, even though he'd just creamed his pants- if androids even physically came? He made a mental note to check later, but for now there was a more pressing issue at hand. After giving Connor a few moments to recover, he pushed him off and spread his legs. "Suck me," he ordered, reaching for the zipper. There was a loud chorus of cheers at that from the crowd.


Connor stared at his cock with half-lidded eyes, feeling nice and fuzzy from his orgasm. He was also feeling a little bit sassy. "Make me." he huffed.


There was a chorus of 'ooh's and gasps from the crowd. Hank growled and grabbed Connor by the chin. He slapped his cheek, not hard enough to damage but hard enough that with his new sensory system he could feel it. "You'll do as you’re told boy, unless you want me to punish you?" He rose an eyebrow. "Naughty boys don't get treats."


Connor winced, the sting unlike any sensation he'd felt before. He both wanted to feel it again and never let Hank get another chance to take that swing, confused by his own wants. Slowly he sank to his knees, hands on the lieutenant's thighs. "Sorry, sir."


"That's better," he said, letting go of his chin to gently stroke his face. "Now, make me cum and if you waste any there will be consequences." What those consequences were, Hank didn't quite know, but he was getting off from Connor being so obediently sexy.


Connor nodded, carefully pulling his pants down to reveal his stiff erection. He stared at it a few moments - he was uncut - then leaned forward and immediately deepthroated him. Androids didn't have a gag reflex, or a need to breathe, so he simply went for it.


It'd been a good few years since Hank had gotten a blowjob, but still he could tell that this was the best damn blow of his life so far. Connor must've downloaded some techniques because there was no way he was doing this off the top of his head. Not that Hank was complaining though, not by a long shot. His hands wove into Connor's hair again, softer this time, to praise him on.


Connor let his eyes slip closed, bobbing his head up and down rhythmically. He moaned softly, loving the feel of Hank's hand running through his newly blackened locks. By the sounds he was making the Android guessed he was doing a damn good job.


As he moaned, Hank felt Connor's voice box vibrate against him all around his cock; an even better feeling than if a human did it. Even though talks were happening right now to get android equality, he'd definitely say right now androids were far superior. Hank found himself thrusting into Connor's eager mouth, using his hand's position to both help and praise him.


Connor hummed and bobbed, one hand leaving Hank's lap to fondle his balls. He could tell by his erratic thrusts that the lieutenant was close.


"Fuck, I think I'm gonna-" Hank started to say, but came before he could finish. He kept thrusting while he came, riding out his orgasm and making sure Connor took it all so there'd be no mess.


Connor swallowed it all automatically. In the back of his mind, he knew he wasn't looking forward to cleaning cum out of his system, but didn't much care about it now. He'd also analyzed it, and damn Hank needed to stop eating foods with so much cholesterol.


For a few moments, Hank was in his own world with just Connor there. He looked down and grinned through his panting. Gently he stroked Connor's chin fondly. The moment didn't last long though, as the sound of cheering and wolf whistles could no longer be ignored. Hank quickly zipped himself back up and nodded to the applauding crowd.


"Fuck, that was hot." Someone said. "You guys should sign up for the main stage performances, I'd pay to see that again!"


These people would pay money to watch Connor give Hank a blowjob? They must not be getting the greatest experience here, after all. Connor looked up at the lieutenant, fluttering his lashes. "Whatever you want, sir. I'll do it." Was a stage performance necessary to catch their perp? No. Not at all, really, but maybe it would catch James' attention.


"We'll consider it," Hank said with a chuckle, then looked down at Connor. "Go get me a beer, sweetheart. And pick out something for yourself you'd like from the toy box up there," he said, with was met with another cheer. He leaned down and whispered into his ear, "see if you can get any info while there".


Connor relaxed at that. For a moment, he'd been worried Hank had let this club get the best of him and had forgotten about why they were here. Really, he wouldn't have been able to protest, as he was posing as his submissive. "Yes, sir," he stated, standing up and walking away.


Hank watched him walk away and then began conversing with other doms that had struck up conversations with him. He answered to be polite, plus it wasn't a bad idea to build up relationships with people here in order to gain info. As he was talking though, he thought that at some point he and Connor would have to talk about what had just happened. There was no way that was just Connor pretending. Maybe it was best to leave it until after their perp had been caught though, as he didn't want to complicate things by throwing feelings into the mix.


Connor was relieved at how kind everyone was to him. He couldn't quite figure out where the bar was, until a dom helped him there. He'd almost been struck by another one for making eye contact with him, until the distressed, red flashing of Connor's LED caused him to apologize, and that he hadn't known he was a new player.


"Where is your master?" he'd asked softly. "Do you need help getting back to him?"


Connor thought for a moment, then nodded. "He went to the back, where androids aren't allowed...but he asked me to bring him a beer. Do you think I could go back there for just a couple seconds to give it to him?"


"Fraid not, well, not looking like that you can't." The man pointed to his LED. "If you removed that, Peterson won't be able to tell the difference. He's the sort of bouncer for that section. Bit of a dick, but he ain't that bright. You need a hand with it? Or want me to go get your master for ya?"


Connor bit his lip. His LED could, technically be reapplied, if he was willing to make the incision, but Hank had always said that without it, it'd be impossible for him to decipher any of the Android's moods. "Sir didn't give me permission to remove it," he said, shaking his head. "I'll wait for him."


The man shrugged. "Alrighty. If you're sure I can’t help." He then walked away with a small wave, leaving Connor by the bar.


Connor frowned when he left, juggling his options, and decided to bite his tongue until he and Hank were back at his house for the night. He walked back towards the lieutenant with his drink, holding it out to him. "Here, sir."


"Good boy," Hank praised, patting his lap for Connor to sit down again as he finished telling a story to some others, "Yeah, and then he just ran off!" This was met with laughter and shakings of heads. "Alright now, I want some time with my boy, I'll talk to you guys some other time," Hank said, smiling and shrugging at the group as they all said their goodbyes and focused on other people or their partners. Hank pulled Connor close by his collar and kissed his neck a little before asking quietly, "Find anything?"


Connor's eyes fluttered, shivering. Man, getting pulled along by his collar was an unending source of arousal. He filed it away in his mind under <Potential_Paraphilia> before answering Hank. "I can go in the back if I remove my LED," he whispered in his ear, trailing his hands up and down Hank's chest.


"Fuck... And that's the only way?" Hank asked with a small groan- of displeasure, not the opposite that time.


"Yes. There's a bouncer supervising the back," he explained, nipping his ear. "I have to look like a human to get in there."


Hank let out a more sexual-sounding groan before answering him. "We'll discuss it later then. You wanna head on out now or...?" He didn't want to leave so soon but with nothing else to do related to their case he didn't want to overstep any boundaries by assuming Connor wanted to do more things with him.


"Yes," he replied. "I need to get your...sperm out of me."


Hank paused for a few moments before turning bright red. "A-ah, yeah, course... Let's go then." He took Connor's hand and began leading him out.


Connor was a little disappointed. He'd hoped Hank would've pulled him along by his collar, but there would be more chances.


When they got out of the club, the street seemed a lot more active with people getting it on than before. Of course that's not all people were doing, but it was noticeable. Hank ignored them and was about to let Connor's hand go when he saw a familiar car turn to pass down the street. "Shit," he said, thinking quickly about what to do before grabbing Connor and slamming him into a wall to roughly make out with him. His hands cupped his face to help hide their faces from the passing car.


"H-Ha-!!" Connor cried out, muffled by the lieutenant's lips on his own, and grunted as he was forcefully pressed against the wall. His LED flashed yellow for a few seconds before fading back to pink, his program kicking in to help him kiss back.


Hank knew he didn't have to go all out with this kiss, it was only as a means to hide their faces when the car passed, but he couldn't help deepening it with his tongue and teeth.


Connor let out a soft whine, tangling his hands in Hank's hair and knocking his hat off in the process. "Wh...why are we doing this?" he asked, pulling away every so often to let the other male catch his breath. "What did you see?"


Hank glanced down the road and saw the car had gone so pulled away a fraction. He cleared his throat before replying. "Fuckin' Reed decided to drive down the road, recognised the plate. Out of all the people at the DPD I think he's the worst to see us here dressed like this." He let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, did I startle you?" The blush returned to his cheeks slightly.


"Y...yes," he said softly. "Reed...what is Reed doing here? Is he a member?"


Hank snorted. "Yeah right, like that's true." He shook his head. "He lives nearby I think, was probably on his way home after a lateshift. Anyway, let's get outta here before someone else sees us." He began to leave but then turned around and flashed Connor an apologetic smile. "Oh and uh, sorry for startling you."


"It's fine. You did it to preserve our cover," Connor said, dismissing it. "Let's go back. I want to put the hoodie back on."


Hank nodded and they quickly made their way back to the car, putting on their coats before driving home.


Once home, they were greeted by Sumo at the door who jumped up to get some love and attention. Hank scolded him kindly, but still have it because he loved his dog too much. "Lemme grab a drink and then we'll talk," Hank said after fussing over Sumo for a minute. "You might want to go clean your uh... Insides..."


"Yep," Connor said stiffly, feeling at once, ashamed and embarrassed once he'd shut off Pleasure_01 . exe. His LED no longer blinked a steady pink, instead resting back to the default blue, and he excused himself to the bathroom to remove the semen from his throat canal.


While Connor was doing that, Hank went to his bedroom to change out of this BDSM gear. He slipped into a pair of jogging bottoms and light t shirt before leaving to grab something from the fridge. His face was flushed from the memories of all that had transpired between them that evening, and he wanted to stop thinking. It was obvious that Connor was embarrassed by this all and didn't want it. His reactions were probably just because of the new software installments. This thought caused Hank more pain than he'd anticipated as he felt his gut twist in angst. He scrunched up his face and took a large swig of his bottle, pushing all thoughts like that out of his mind.


After a thorough scraping, Connor removed all of his own gear, but his fingers lingered on the collar. It looked really pretty around his neck, he'd thought, and after a moment of deliberation, stuffed it in the pocket of his borrowed hoodie and stepped out to talk to Hank.


"...You look upset," he pointed out evenly. Had Connor done something wrong? Had Hank not enjoyed what they did? Was he embarrassed, and wanted Connor to leave the house? A thousand different scenarios rolled around in the matrix of his mind, and he didn't like any of them.


"Hm? Oh hey," Hank raised a hand on a half wave. "Nah, I'm good. Just thinking too much," he chuckled lightly. "So about your LED... You really wanna remove it?"


Connor shrugged. "I don't. You tell me often that you'd never be able to figure out if something was wrong without it in, and it makes me feel But, if I tried hard enough, I'm certain I could reinsert it as long as I don't damage it upon removal."


Hank was silent for a few moments in contemplation. "It shouldn't be about what I think, Con. I'm not here to tell you what to do- club stuff disincluded obviously." He took another swig. "I can help if you want? Well, not now, I'd probably do more harm than good, but tomorrow when I'm more sober...?"


"Sure," he nodded, "thank you want to talk about what happened?"


Hank rose an eyebrow, taking another sip. "You think that's wise right now?" He shook the bottle in his hand. "We'll talk about it later."


"You're right. You are intoxicated, which doesn't make for good conversation. Besides, we don't have much information on Mr. Walden, yet, so we'll have to keep going for some time."


Hank nodded then shot Connor an offended look. "Whatdoyamean I'm not good conversation? I'm a hoot!" He huffed. It took a lot to get Hank properly drunk, most of the time he was either hungover or just pleasantly buzzed.


"Your words are already beginning to slur," Connor deadpanned. "I'm going into Stasis. Goodnight, Hank."


Hank waved a hand in response then went back to finishing his drink. As he sat there, his thoughts now to himself, he realised how fucked he actually was. He definitely had feelings for Connor. He couldn't tell him though as it could compromise the mission. He let out a deep sigh and jumped slightly as Sumo came and put his head in his lap with a small whine. Hank smiled and scratched behind his ears. "I know, boy. I like him too." He looked over at the 'sleeping' form of Connor. "I like him too..."



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Chapter 4: Those Other Gays


Connor remained in stasis throughout the night, encrypting his memories and running diagnostics. His body was combing through a few error messages that had popped up during the evening but we're easy enough to sort out. <Error_23948md2n: Excess sampling located> meant that he'd had too much semen in his mouth. Error Solved. <Error_94472xa8: Hyperactive Thirium production> meant that his "blood" was flowing really fast when he was aroused. Error Solved. <Error_11s39W0: Over stimulant event> meant he'd been completely startled in the alley when Hank had pushed him against the wall to furiously make out with him. Error solved. He didn't have very big concerns; the errors would just come back after every visit to Lust and Lace. His body was never designed to experience pleasure, after all, and his code didn't know how to handle it.


Hank was still fast asleep when Connor woke up, waking up a few hours later to the strong scent of food cooking. He got up and slowly ambled to the kitchen to find Con or once again cooking for him, the food almost done. "Mornin'", he said with a small wave. "Sleep alright?" He asked, still half asleep so not realising that was a bit of a silly question to ask an android.


Connor shot him an amused smirk over his shoulder. "Yes," he said, plating his breakfast to set on the table, "I slept wonderfully. How about you, Hank?"


Hank grumbled an intelligible response but smiled as he eyed the food. He hadn't slept well at all, having stayed up drinking until late so he had a small hangover. It also didn't help that his mind had been too active with thoughts of Connor and memories of the previous night. But he wasn't about to admit that to Connor. Instead, he shovelled some food into his mouth, "You're too good on me, Con."


"Just trying to extend your lifespan," he said, "I'd rather you didn't drop dead on me in the middle of a case."


"Gonna happen one day. You can maybe save me from a heart attack with this but this won't stop a bullet," he said, his words coming out a little more mournful that anticipated. "I mean uh, it's appreciated. Thanks."


Connor frowned, LED turning red, and he looked away. "You're welcome."


Hank noticed the colour change and frowned. "Con, you okay? What's wrong?"


"...nothing, lieutenant," he said, overriding the code in his light and forcing it to blue. "We should head to the station, soon. I'll walk Sumo while you eat."


Hank stared at Connor for a few moments and then nodded and went back to eating. "When you get back, we'll take a look at your LED. I don't really want to but if we want to make any headway with the case, I see no other alternative..."


Connor nodded, a cold feeling settling in his gut, and he left the house with Sumo in tow. He didn't want to take the light out. It was a part of Connor, it was his indicator. What if Hank damaged it upon removal, and he couldn't put it back in anymore? It's not like he could go out and just buy a new one, they were one per Android!


Hank was waiting anxiously for Connor to return. He had a selection of tools and his tablet in front of him on the coffee table- having looked up several guides to help him through it as he had no idea how to do it. He was still a bit sceptical about removing it, but he knew they had no other options.


Connor returned with Sumo after a little while, having selfishly decided to take him on an extra long walk so he could avoid Hank for a bit longer. He eyed the tools laid out with a grimace, then calmly sat down next to Hank.


"Look, I don't want to do this anymore than you do but..." Hank shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't good at comfort talks. Reaching out, he gently took Connor's hand and stroked it with his thumb. "You ready?"


Connor's LED flashed between yellow and pink, trying very hard not to show Hank how much he liked having his hand held. He cleared his throat, nodding. "Yes. I'm ready."


"Right, so, uh..." Hank looked around unsurely at the selection of tools. "Do you want to um... Sit on my lap?" Hank's cheeks flushed slightly pink at his own suggestion.


Connor turned, giving him a strange look, and briefly thought of last night. "If that will make it easier, then yes," he said. He hesitated, then slowly stood, and climbed onto Hank's lap again, slotting into place like he was made to fit there.


Hank had similar thoughts but he pushed those out of his mind. Not now. He flashed an awkward smile at Connor then attempted to reach around him to get at the tools. Unfortunately this didn't work, and resulted in his face being pressed up against Connor's chest. While he was there he heard the slightly elevated beating of his thirium pump, and was able to smell his clothes. He smelt like lavender- which was the fabric softener they'd been using recently. It really suited him, it was nice. He paused for a second before pulling back with a deeper blush at realising what he was doing. "Actually, the other way around might be easier, I can't reach the tools...."


"Oh," he mumbled, and hoped there wasn't any blue in his cheeks. "The other way around. Did you mean, with my back to you, or you sitting in my lap?"


"Me on you, I mean, me sitting on you," Hank replied, waiting for Connor to change positions. Once he'd moved, he reached to the table and grabbed a screwdriver. He then Stood and looked down at Connor briefly before straddling him. Given his larger frame, it was a bit awkward trying to get comfy. Of course, he knew Connor couldn't feel Pain or discomfort, but that did not relieve his own.


Connor couldn't feel pain, at least, not when the Pleasure Protocol was off, but he could feel pressure, and the weight of the lieutenant in his lap was supremely satisfying. He was warm, and heavy on top of him...Connor distantly wondered if Hank would like to sleep on him, if his body was comfortable enough to rest on, or cuddle up to. His hands came up to rest on Hank's waist, steadying him, and he turned his head to give him better access to his light. If he was shaking ever so slightly, well...he hoped it wouldn't be pointed out.


Hank was slightly startled to see Connor's LED keep fluttering pink again as he sat there. He also noticed he was shaking. It was as if he couldn't decide whether he was worried or getting off. Surely that latter was just a part of the software installing, he knew he couldn't really be thinking that. "Okay... He we go..." He said, hesitating a moment before lifting the screwdriver closer to his face. Another moment. He gently cupped Connor's cheek on the opposite side. Another moment. The screwdriver tip touched the ring. He gulped. Another moment.


Connor couldn't help it. As soon as the screwdriver touched his skin he flinched, gripping at Hank's shirt tight enough to tear the fabric. He wanted to turn away even further but Hank's hand on his cheek kept him still, and he pushed into it desperately. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I can't calm down... Please just hurry up and pull it out."


"Connor..." Hank said softly, looking at his eyes and then the LED again before dropping the screwdriver with a sigh. "Fuck, Con, sorry, I can't do this," he leaned his head into Connor's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him tight. "We'll find another way, I promise. You don't have to do this."


Connor made a choked little noise, burying his face in Hank's chest and hugging him close. His light flickered between red and yellow, clearly distressed. "I'm sorry," he said again, muffled by the fabric of the lieutenant's shirt, "it's just some dumb light in my head...I'm sorry, Hank. Please take it out so we can get our suspect, I can handle it, I promise, I..." he babbled on in a panic, knowing that his fear was completely irrational and yet he couldn't move past it. He needed to calm down before he had a panic attack and went into temporary shutdown.


Hank shushed his and stroked his hair. "It's okay, Connor, it's fine, we'll find another way. Bastard will just have to wait a bit longer." He paused briefly before pressing a kiss to Connor's head near the LED.


Connor stifled a sob, nodding. He felt awful, knowing he was wasting their time for this investigation by his inability to do something so small. <Software_Instability ^ ^ ^>


Hank gently brushed his tears away with his thumb, trying his best not to cringe at the fact they were bright blue. "Come on, Con, you're wasting your liquid here. Uh, I mean, your Thirium, not your, even though that's probably the same stuff I'd imagine..." Hank got off him and straightened himself out. "come on, let's go get ready for work."


Connor nodded, palming at his eyes. "I'm sorry. Give me a minute to collect myself and I'll be just fine," he apologized.


Hank paused a moment before reaching over and ruffling Connor's hair comfortingly. "It's okay... You don't need to apologize." He smiled reassuringly down at him before moving away to start gathering their coats for work.


Connor sighed quietly, sitting up and carding his fingers through his hair to get it back to its normal look. He blinked, realizing he still had too many freckles, darker hair, and Hazel eyes, and changed it all back to default.


Hank smiled when he saw Connor back in his normal attire but looked away before he was caught staring too much. "Come on, let's get going before Jeff pulls a hissy fit," he said, holding out his hoodie for Connor.


"Thank you," he said, taking it and shrugging it on. "Let's go. Sumo, be good!" The Bernard just rolled over and boofed in reply.




Across Town, an hour earlier…




Gavin let out a heavy sigh as he slammed his front door shut behind him. What a fucking day it had been. He'd been stuck in on interrogation all morning but had gotten nowhere with the case, Connor and Anderson had pissed him off as usual by taking up time in the evidence room looking at their case, and to top it all off his brother had sent him a message asking him how it was going. Prick hadn't said a word in weeks, even through the android freedom parades and such. Apparently he didn’t care his older brother was on the police force dealing with the main squad of android activists. He rubbed his face tiredly and let out a groan. He really needed to blow off some steam.


"RICK?! WHERE ARE YOU?" He shouted, slipping out of his jacket and walking through his apartment.


"Continuing to shout like that is going to ruin your vocal cords." Rick walked into the room to greet him, raising a brow at Gavin and crossing his arms over his white CyberLife jacket. "What pissed you off today? Did they run out of coffee at work again?"


Gavin shot him a glare and stormed past him to raid their fridge. After cracking open a can of beer, he nodded then looked Rick up and down. "Seriously, do you have to wear that jacket around me? You know I hate it..."


"You hate a lot of things about me. Besides, it's the only thing that's mine in this house," Rick stated, but shrugged it off nonetheless to reveal his black undershirt. "A beer already? Happy hour doesn't start for another thirty-eight minutes."


Gavin blushed slightly as a counter thought of but there's a lot I love too popped into his head, but he didn't dare say it out loud. Instead, he rolled his eyes and took another swig of the bottle as he walked past Rick into the bathroom not taking g his eyes off him. "Pre drinking. Plus knowing you, you probably won't let me drink there anyway," he said as he started to strip for a shower. He didn't bother to close the door meaning Rick could still see him- but it was nothing he hadn't seen before.


Rick watched him with unblinking eyes, watching him strip with a smirk. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were leaving the door open as an invitation, instead of being the lazy asshole you are," he quipped. "Don't drink beer in the shower, Gavin."


"Make me," came the childish response as he pulled down his jeans and pants at the same time, sticking his ass out towards the android tantalisingly.


"Already disobeying me and you haven't even been home for ten minutes." Rick clicked his tongue and stepped into the bathroom, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and abandoning it on the floor. He pulled the can out of Gavin's hand and dumped it in the sink, bending him over before smacking his ass. "Count them."


Gavin had smirked at the site of him disrobing, and then shuddered as he felt the hand. He fell forwards slightly, using the glass wall of the walk in shower to balance himself before shooting a playful look over his shoulder. "Or what?"


"Or I'll lock up that little thing you call a dick and make you beg to cum for a month."


Gavin let out a small moan, shuddering at the strong, commanding voice and nodded, turning back to face the outer shower wall. "One."


"Good boy." Rick placed a soft kiss at the back of his neck, spanking him again.


"Two," Gavin shut his eyes, focusing on the stinging pain and how good it felt.


Rick struck him again, and again, and again, until both cheeks were an angry red and his knees were buckling. He pushed the human away and pointed to the shower. "Get cleaned up and come out naked when you're done. I'm ordering dinner."


"Yes, master," Gavin replied and did as he was told. Looking down he was unsurprisingly hard, and briefly wondered if he should crack one out while cleaning up. Though Rick had seen how hard he was and would likely punish him badly for doing it without him- and he really wanted to go to the club tonight so he had to obey, as much as he liked to disobey him. He showered quickly, trying to ignore his erection which had died down slightly while he cleaned himself. After stepping out and drying himself, he took his cock and pumped it a few times until he was fully hard again and then exited the room to find Rick.


The android was lounging on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, and appraised his appearance with a smile. "Good boy. The delivery man will be here soon. Answer the door and offer him zero explanation."


Gavin blushed heavily but nodded all the same. It was nothing he hadn't done before, and at least the android only embarrassed him like this in the house and club. He definitely wouldn't play along if he tried that in public. He walked to the end of the sofa to await further instructions.


Rick was content to watch him stand there and fidget, every so often reaching over to caress his dick when it started to flag, and smirked when the doorbell rang. "Food's here. What are you waiting for?"


Gavin glanced at the door then back at Rick for a split second before sighing and going to answer. He opened the door partially, using it to hide his lower half and looked at the man standing there expectantly. The man raised an eyebrow at Gavin but didn’t say anything as he held out the box of pizza. Gavin flashed him a tight smile and said his thanks before handing him the money (left on the doorside table) and shutting the door to leave them alone again. He let out another sigh and turned, jumping when he realised Rick was right behind him


"Getting shy?" he asked, taking the box out of his hands and setting it on the counter. He backed Gavin into the door and caressed his hips. "Never hesitated to show me your dick. Why was he any different?"


Gavin's cheeks flushed redder as he looked shyly up at Rick's face. "Because you're you."


Rick tilted his head, depression fond. " acceptable answer," he stated, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss. All too soon he pulled away, gesturing to the table. "Go eat. I want your belly full when we go to the club."


Gavin nodded, lingering for just a few moments before he went to grab the box again. He ate in silence, mostly because he was starved from not having eaten since breakfast. Once he was done, he shoved the box in the correct bin and walked towards Rick. "What're you wanting me to wear tonight?"


"Surprise me," he said, "but leave the hood here. I want to see your face."


Gavin rolled his eyes, but couldn't help a smile. "If you say so," he said mysteriously, then disappeared into their bedroom to change. He knew exactly what to put on: thigh high stockings, a thong, and his favourite set of pink chest straps. He also grabbed a pair of jogging bottoms to put over the top to travel there. Before he left the room, He also picked up a remote control vibrator and walked out holding it questioningly. "Want me to wear this now or later?"


Rick's gaze locked onto the vibe and he paused, his brows furrowing for a few seconds. "Let me put it inside you now."


Gavin shivered in excitement and turned around so that Rick could put it in.


The android stood, taking his time walking up behind him. Immediately he shoved two fingers inside his hole, unsurpassed at how easy it was for him to do. "Already slicked up, Gavin? You're so fucking greedy," he said, taking the vibrator from him and inching it inside his ass, until the base rested snugly between his cheeks.


Gavin groaned wantonly, initially pushing back against his fingers when they were inside him. "Thought it would please you," he chuckled, then let out a satisfied him as the vibe was fully inside of him.


"It does. Get in the car, I'll join you when I'm ready."


Gavin nodded and pulled up his trousers. He grabbed his hoodie and put it on, pausing a moment before leaving. He walked up to Rick and pulled him down into a rough kiss that lasted a few seconds before he pulled away slightly. "I want you to be extra rough with me tonight, I want to be able to feel it tomorrow." He grinned smugly up at Rick.


Rick shuddered, gripping Gavin's arms tightly and licking his lips. "Acknowledged. Get in the fucking car."


"Yessir!" Gavin replied cheekily, winking before running out the door to wait for him in the car.


Rick watched him go and sighed. He hated this sexy idiot Kamski had given him to, but he also had a deep fondness he didn't know how to express. So he just sassed him until they fucked, and cuddled after. Gavin was surprisingly clingy. With a shake of his head, he changed into his outfit - delightfully shirtless - and pocketed a surprise for his sub before leaving the house. He never bothered bringing a coat to cover up with, content to waltz around as he was to embarrass Gavin even further.


Gavin glared as he saw Rick walk towards his car shirtless, but couldn't help the tell tale blush to show he liked it. He jumped as the vibrator turned on for a few seconds, struggling not to let out a moan as Rick slid into the car beside him on the driver's side. "Asshole," he mumbled.


"We both do have one of those, yes," he replied innocently, starting up the car and driving off for the club.


Chapter Text

Chapter Five: Exposure


Gavin didn't bother to reply, just snuggled into his hoodie and looked out of the car window. He wasn't good at showing his emotions publicly. The closest he came to that was in the discreteness of the club where he was free to be as submissive as possible without judging. The world was a cruel place, and he'd already had his fair share of hardships growing up. The club was the only place he could live out his desires and be the real him. Well, the club and the privacy of their home. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but having Rick around made his life infinitely better. He didn't know what he'd do without him.


Rick drove at a comfortable speed - his programming allowed him to surpass the legal limit but he didn't want to endanger Gavin - and parked the car in their usual spot. The two of them were there often enough that their memberships had been upgraded to VIP, so they didn't even bother with the queue to get in, and instead went straight downstairs. "Go put your clothes in the locker," he ordered, "and crawl back to me. Literally."


Gavin hurried to the locker room to do as he was told. While he was in there he spotted one of his friends also getting changed. "Alright, Rhys? Girls night out?" He said, nodding with a cheeky smile at the mini skirt the other man was wearing.


Rhys rolled his eyes in response but still smiled back. "Shut up. Tim likes it and, well, so do I..."


Gavin chuckled as he shoved his hoodie in his locker. "Fair enough. How've you been? Haven't seen you in a while."


"Good. Tim had to work overtime so we took a little break. But oh hey, have you heard? Had some new members last night who caused a storm. The subs a hot little twunk with a daddy kink."


Gavin raised an eyebrow then chuckled. "Who here doesn’t have that?”


“True,” Rhys said with a laugh, making sure everything was in place before beginning to head out the room. "I'm off. You and Ricky have a good time tonight.”


“Oh we will, don’t you worry.” Gavin shook his head then looked at himself and made sure he looked okay before making his way back into the club. Once he reached the door, he looked around for Rick before dropping to all fours and made his way over.


Rick watched him move, regarding him with extreme interest and relishing in the twitching of Gavin's body as he flicked the vibrator on and off with little more than a thought. "Good boy," he praised, grabbing under his chin and pulling him into his lap. "You get to decide what we do, first. Rent a stage, so everyone can see me fuck you into a drooly, cock-hungry mess? Or tease you just like this until you're begging to cum?"


"Stage, I want you to show everyone who I belong to," Gavin replied, rocking his hips into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Rick's neck and brought his mouth close to his ear. "And maybe you can get me to beg for you there~"


"I can make you beg anywhere," he growled, pushing him off. "Stay here while I make arrangements." Rick stood, groping Gavin's ass and turning the vibe on High before walking away to make the rental.


Gavin gasped as the device was switched on and did his best to keep still while Rick was away. He could see people watching him out of the corner of his eye which only made him harder. He let out a whine and grabbed the chair Rick had previously been sitting in, arching his back.


The android took all the time he possibly could, changing the settings of the vibrator erratically just to watch his sub twitch and squirm, trying to be good. Eventually, he purchased some stage time, and walked back to Gavin to grab him by the throat. "Come on. We get to play with the St. Andrews cross."


Gavin tried to make a noise of delight at the news but as the android's fingers were holding quite tight, all that came out was a pathetic squeak. He let himself be willingly dragged over to the stage and pushed to the ground. He crawled towards the cross, looking up longingly at the cold steel cuffs dangling from the top.


 "Well? Staring at it isn't going to magically strap you up, is it?" Rick stared down at him, gesturing to the cross. "Go on. Get ready for me and I will tighten up what you can't manage."


Gavin nodded and quickly stood, securing his legs the best he could as well as one hand before looking towards Rick again.


"Good boy." Rick fastened his remaining arm to the cross and trailed his hands down his body, shutting the vibrator off. "All spread out for me. In front of all these people, like the attention whore you are. What should I do with you?"


"Fuck me?" Gavin suggested cheekily. His waist wasn't strapped down so he used that bit of freedom to wiggle his ass. He wanted Rick to hurt him, to use him. Make him feel until he was fucked raw and a begging mess.


"Mm. Beg, then." Rick pulled away from him and sat in the chair next to the cross, staring at him expectantly.


"Please, master. Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard, show everyone who I belong to. Make me cum, please..." He thrust his hips and let out a whine. His eyes never left Rick's, staring pleadingly at him with big, grey eyes. "I want to cum for you," The crowd let out some wolf whistles.


"I think I need more detail," Rick stated, caressing his inner thigh. "I am built to learn, but you'll have to be specific, pet. Describe exactly how you want me to fuck you."


Gavin gulped, feeling a shiver of pleasure course through him at the touch. "I want- I want your tongue inside me. Stretching me open and playing until you think I'm ready for your cock. Then I want you to fuck me hard from behind so... So everyone can see just how hard you make me," he tried to move forward and touch him but was restrained back.


"I think I can do that," Rick chuckled, finally getting up and giving him the attention he's been craving. He shoved his thong down over his stockings, leaving them bunched at the knee so Gavin's cock was exposed to the open air for everyone to see. Crouching, he pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his tongue, delving into his ass with ferocity just to hear the noises Gavin would make.

"Maybe we should consider VIP memberships," Connor suggested, hugging the hoodie tighter to his body as they waited in line. It was a warm, breezy night, and booty shorts didn't exactly provide the best relief from the wind. "They're expensive but we don't have to wait out here every night."


Hank shook his head. "Hopefully we won't have to come that many more times," he said, though internally he thought it would be nice. Not that Connor would probably want to come here after their case was over but he could dream. "At least you can turn off your heat settings."


"Well," Connor said, "that's true, except when my Pleasure Protocol is active. Then I just feel everything."


At the mention of pleasure, Hank found himself blushing again and wondering if it really was a good idea to come here again. His crush on Connor was only going to get worse the more they indulged in activities such as this. Then again, this was probably the only time he'd ever be able to indulge in it so he may as well enjoy it. "Ah... I see. Do you... Want to huddle inside my coat?" He offered, blushing a little harder.


"Why? Do you see someone else that could recognize is?" Connor asked, folding into his embrace and immediately relishing in the warmth his body produced.


"No, I meant to keep you warm," Hank said, about to add on that he didn't have to if he felt he didn't need to but Connor was already upon him.


"Oh, thank you, Harry,” Connor murmured, nuzzling into him slightly. “Hmm...humans are so warm all the time..."


Hank cursed under his breath and wrapped his arms around Connor. "That’s us," he said with a nervous chuckle. Hopefully Connor wouldn't notice his dick starting to wake up. Thankfully they were near the front of the queue now.


"What will we do inside today?"


"I... Haven't decided yet." He replied truthfully. He knew that deep down their only option of succeeding was to remove Connor's LED but he really didn't want to do that. Seeing how Connor reacted to it about to happen broke his heart that he was the one who had to and was making him do it. "We'll maybe watch a few performances first. To uh, warm us up," he winked playfully.


Connor smiled a little. Hank didn't seem to be holding any resentment for his LED remaining in place, so he told himself to calm down and do the best he could while they were inside.


Once they'd shown their passes and gone downstairs, the two of them went to change in the locker room before exiting.


Hank hesitated a brief moment before sliding his arm possessively around Connor's waist. A quick glance around the room showed 3 of the stages in use. "Where do you want us to sit, Carlo?"


Connor looked around, scanning the club in the hopes of spotting James Walden, but instead his eyes locked onto Gavin Reed and he blurted out a startled "WHAT."


Hank jumped slightly at the sudden shout and quickly looked to see what had gotten Connor so worked up. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST," He shouted- though with the chatter and music blasting through the club already it only caught the attention of a few nearby people. "Is that who I fucking think it is?!" He didn't know whether to laugh or hide.


"...Han- Harry," Connor gasped, LED flashing blue, then going back to pink, "we have our in. We have our way to Walden! Detective Reed is a human!"


"Wha- no, no way. I am NOT getting it on with fucking Reed," Hank was shocked that Connor would even suggest such a thing. Especially after viewing firsthand just how... wanton Gavin was up on that stage. "Oh god, okay I did NOT need to see that," he said as Gavin’s thong was pulled down.


"I'm not saying you have to get it on with Gavin," Connor said, eyes uncomfortably drawn to their co-worker and his...RK900 dom, sans LED. "He and that android can get in for us. He looks human, maybe we can convince them to help." Besides...he was Hank's sub, not Gavin...something inside of him turned possessive at the idea that someone else could take Hank from him, and he didn't like it.

Gavin moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion of Rick’s tongue, pushing his ass back into Rick's face in order to get him to go deeper. His tongue was slightly longer than a human's which meant that it could actually go deeper. It was freaky the first time he tried rimming like this but after that first time he never looked back again. His cock stood up in high salute, already leaking precum out the tip. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at the audience watching them. It gave him a jolt of satisfaction seeing some masturbating to him, with most others watching with lewd grins. Rick was the only one allowed to actually touch him, but anyone else was free to watch as much as they liked- in the club, of course.


Rick moaned quietly. Gavin was enjoying himself greatly, and something in his coding found pleasure in pleasing him. Whether that was Kamski's intention when he gifted him to Gavin or just a facet of his personality, he didn't know or care; his sub had requested to be fucked so hard it'd be impossible not to walk with a limp tomorrow, and he intended on delivering. He pulled away and stood, having at least eight inches of a height advantage and four inches more downstairs compared to Gavin, and roughly pinched and groped at the human's pecs as he thrust in to the hilt.


Gavin let out a shout of joy as Rick pushed inside of him. The only thing he was happy with Kamski about was that he is given Rick a massive cock. It was probably meant as a joke, but the joke was on him because Gavin loved it. His arms pulled hard against his restraints because he wanted to hold Rick. He looked out at the crowd with half lidded eyes to spot their reaction but his blood ran cold as he spotted a familiar face. Another RK android... For a moment he thought that maybe it was another 900 Like his Rick and was just happening to watch, but then his gaze shifted to the man holding onto him and dread filled his gut. It was Connor and Anderson. "Code red, CODE RED!" He said quickly, looking at Rick with a panicked expression- that was their safe word.


If Rick's LED was still attached, it would've flashed red. He immediately pulled out and removed his restraints, lowering Gavin to the floor and hugging him close. "What is it? What happened?" he asked him softly, concern running rampant through his systems.


Instead of looking frightened or worried etc, Gavin looked both extremely embarrassed and pissed. "Anderson. And Connor. They're here," he said, turning his gaze towards the two in the crowd while he rubbed his wrists. He pulled his thong back up and looked back and Rick. "Help me over, we can't let them tell anyone about this. I'll... I'll be ruined." His cheeks turned redder, despite the glare.

Hank blushed slightly, more from what he was witnessing but also a little at assuming wrong from Connor’s words. "Oh, oh yeah, of course, that's a good point." He looked up at the stage at Gavin's yell and rose an eyebrow. "Looks like it was too much for him to handle," he said with a chuckle.


"That's not funny, Harry," Connor frowned, worried. "He could be hurt, or frightened. Even though we don't like him doesn't mean his pain is something to laugh at."Connor frowned, watching them approach. Regardless as to Gavin's mental state, it still wasn't nice of Hank to laugh. Would Hank ever laugh at Connor should he be distressed enough to use their safeword?


Hank shrugged. "The glare doesn't say that. I'd say he stopped because he saw us." He nodded towards the approaching couple. He was not looking forward to this.


"Anderson. Dipshit. Enjoying the show?" Gavin spat, trying to adopt his usual cocky grin but failing as he was still blushing heavily.


"Please don't use our real names, we're here on assignment," Connor told the detective at his most likely rhetorical question. "We need your help, actually, since you're here."


"So you admit your name is dipshit?" Gavin laughed, then frowned and cocked his head. "Wait, assignment? That's why you're here?" A small amount of relief coursed through him. They weren't here just to spy on him.


Hank nodded. "Yeah. This isn't exactly out scene. Plus we're not... You know..." he pointed between him and Connor. "Together, like that."


"Bullshit. You totally are... Wait a sec, are you the new guys that came yesterday that caused a shitstorm?" He looked at Connor. "You're the hot new twunk with a daddy kink?" He asked, not sure whether to laugh or disbelief.


<System_Error: 2938dJ3y7: Heat irregularity> Connor was blushing so hard his cheeks were dark blue. "Remember that my memory recall is perfect, detective Reed. I'd hate to forward the images of you onstage to the wrong person."


"What a coincidence," Rick interrupted, "so is mine. I'd also hate to send images of you and Lieutenant Anderson to the wrong person."


Fuckin’ androids, Connor thought.


Gavin shot a glare towards Connor, but found at Rick's words a surge of pride coursed through him. "So... You said you needed our help?" "Yeah, uh," Hank cleared his throat and glanced around before nodding to an empty booth at the end of the room. "Let's talk over there."


Rick walked Gavin over to the booth, irritated that their night of fun had been soiled, and pulled the human into his lap possessively, resting his chin on his shoulder. "What do you need us to do, so that we can go back to our fun and you can leave us alone?" he demanded.


Gavin blushed but also was happy at how possessive Rick was being. He could still feel his hard cock pressed against him which made him shiver slightly. He hoped whatever it was the other two cops wanted with them didn’t take long. They may have ruined that session, but they weren't going to ruin his night.


 "Well..." Hank began, and then leaned forward to explain the case. He then explained how they'd tracked Walden down to this place, and why they couldn't access the back rooms.


"So you want us to go do your job for you because you don't wanna take off your robo-detector?" Gavin asked, shooting Connor an unimpressed look.


Connor couldn't refute that. Even to him, it was a shitty reason. He was being selfish. "...yes," he answered quietly. "If you could just lead him outside so that we could perform an arrest, that would be more than enough."


Gavin thought for a few moments then let out a dramatic heavy sigh. "And if we do this, you'll leave is alone? You won't tell anyone about... Us, this place?"


Hank shook his head. "No. We won't if you won't."


"Deal," Rick stated, smirking, "if we get to watch you two live up to this reputation you've established here."


Hank's jaw dropped. "You what?" He shook his head. "What sort of a request is-"


"What's the matter, scared?" Gavin smirked. "Afraid to show us how shit you really are?"


"Hush," Rick told him, placing his hand over Gavin's throat in warning. "Not shit. Shy. All new players are, and you may as well make use of the memberships you purchased under those shitty aliases, Carlos and Harry.


Gavin barely held back a groan at the roughness. He tried to reply but the grip was too tight. He rolled his eyes and patted his hand until he loosened his grip- not quite letting go though. "Sorry... He has a point though. As much as I don't really want to suggest it. The thought of you two together isn't really a pleasant one... Then again I suppose you think the same about us."


"Finally, something we agree on," Hank said then chuckled. "Well, if that's what it takes to get you to work with us..." He turned to look at Connor. "What'do'ya say?"


Connor didn't think that. In fact, he was surprised that Gavin had chosen to enter a relationship with an android, and startlingly pleased about it. They looked cute together, and something in him felt...envious.


Then go fuck him, idiot. Rick told Connor, opening up a communication channel with him. Stop staring at us like a puppy begging for scraps and show your human how much you like being his cock sleeve.


Connor shuddered, but made up his mind. "We don't have to if you're really against it, Hank," he told him quietly, "but...I really don't mind."


Hank's eyes widened briefly as a feeling of warmth spread throughout him, giving him a little spark of hope that maybe, just maybe Connor might actually want it too. "I... Um, I'm not completely against it..."


Gavin smirked and looked back at Rick. "Well... No time like the present. I don't think anyone using that stage over there," he nodded towards one that had nothing but a stool and a sheetless bed on.


Connor's mind whirled with all the options they had at their disposal with just those two items. "'ll have to go rent it," he told Hank.


"Ah, yeah... I'll go do that," Hank said, moving past Connor to the bar. "Give Rick the perp's details while I'm doing it."


Connor had to stop himself from blurting "yes sir" at the command, instead just nodding and holding his hand out to interface with him. Rick reached across the table and laced their fingers together, absorbing the information in a fraction of a second, but he still held on.


"Make him wish he'd never spent a day without you," he told Connor firmly, before sitting back and running his fingers through Gavin's hair.


"O...okay. I'll try," Connor mumbled. Geez, was he really that obvious?


Gavin hummed at the feeling and snuggled into Rick, feeling a little more at ease about showing his feelings. "Make it good, dipshit. I've heard good things about you two, let's see if you can live up to it."


Aaaand all of his fuzzy feelings were gone. Thanks, Gavin.

Chapter Text

Chapter 6: Kinky Shenanigans


Connor got out of the booth once he saw Hank heading towards him, and they walked to the stage together. While they walked, Gavin pulled Rick from the booth closer to the stage, pushing him down and sitting on his lap again.


 "...Oh, there's..."Connor began to say as he saw that under the bed there was a huge trunk full of restraints and toys to play with. He shivered at the litany of possibilities, fingers brushing over the edge of his collar subconsciously.


Hank noticed it too, as well as Connor touching the Collar. He wondered if perhaps he liked it being used. As soon as he got up onto the stage he felt nervous. What if he was shit at this? What if the only reason they were seemingly good together was that Connor was so hot? He hesitated for a few moments and then his eyes fell on Connor, and somehow all his doubts drifted away, only to be replaced with a protective urge. He was his, and as long as they were here he was going to damn well make sure everyone knew so that no one else would touch him. "Strip for me," he ordered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed while not taking his eyes off Connor.


Connor looked at him in surprise, glancing down, and bit his lip. "Yes, sir," he said softly, slowly shrugging off his top, then wiggling out of his shorts, and garters and socks, until only the collar was left, and he was reaching up to take it off. 


"No, keep that," Hank said, swatting his hand away lightly. He then grabbed the tag loop and pulled Connor forward so he was closer. "Now, I want you to suck me off while getting yourself prepared. Understood?"


Connor shivered, barely withholding a moan, and nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied, voice raspy, and got to work taking Hank out of his pants. Once his cock was free, he immediately took it in his mouth, beginning to bob, and reached behind himself to tease his ass.


Hank let out a satisfied hum as Connor took him in his mouth. His hands found their way into Connor's hair, stroking encouragingly. "Fuck..." The sight in front of him alone was nearly enough to make him cum, but he didn't want to do it prematurely. He wanted to make this last, his elder age be damned. He wished he could see it from the back as well as being sucked off but that was impossible. Not even Connor was that bendy.

It was an arousing sight, but Rick was already bored, and he could tell Connor was, too, because his LED was a calming blue. "Is that all you're going to do up there? Have that piece of ass suck your dick?" he shouted over the pulsing music. "Give us a show!"


Gavin grinned at his boyfriend and kissed at his neck, liking how savage he was being.


Hank opened his eyes and shot Rick a glare. He was about to retort back but thought better of it. He pushed Connor off of him and then stood and turned around to push him down on the bed face first. Before Connor could turn upwards, Hank was upon him pushing his face down into the mattress. "Stay there like that, don't move or you'll be punished," he warned, then bent down to root around in the chest.


"Yes sir," Connor panted. He stayed still on the bed, licking his lips and analyzing the leftover traces of Hank's precum. He wondered what he was looking for in there, and ideas of what he might pull out aroused him. Maybe he wouldn't get in trouble if he just ground his cock into the mattress a teeny bit...just for some friction.


Hank wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. There was so many to choose from. He picked up a dark blue wand vibrator and a small crop. When he stood up and saw Connor rubbing against the sheets, a small growl escaped his lips and he smacked Connor's arse. "Did I say you could do that, boy?"


Connor gasped, the moan leaving his lips obscene, and he stopped. "Sorry," he whimpered.


Hank smirked and climbed on the bed behind him. "Good boy," he said, making sure Connor wasn't going to do it again for a few moments before making his next move. "Put your hips up and keep your face down there," he ordered, moving so that he was kneeling down at Connor's side facing him.


"Okay," he murmured, doing as he asked. He felt like a prey animal in heat, presenting in the hopes that a predator would come along and claim him.


Back in the crowd Rick smirked, casually reaching down to push Gavin's thong aside and reinsert his vibrator. There was no reason he couldn't watch the lieutenant have fun with the RK800 and bring pleasure to his sub at the same time, after all.


Gavin hummed and shifted slightly to help him insert it. "You want me to get off to my co-workers fucking? Or are you giving me pleasure instead of having to watch those two idiots?"


"I'm multitasking," Rick stated evenly, eyes still fixated on the stage. "Maybe if you prove to me you're more entertaining than your coworkers I'll be more inclined to focus entirely on you."


Gavin felt a twinge of annoyance at that jab. There's no way he'd let that happen. He turned around and straddled him, placing his hands on his shoulder and chest to balance himself. He let out a moan and rocked against him as the vibrations increased slightly.


Rick ran his knuckles up and down Gavin's back soothingly. "Cute," he chuckled, glancing back to the stage.


Gavin pouted and began to kiss as Rick's neck, biting and sucking at the artificial skin. He also took his earlobe and fondled it between his teeth.


Hank used his hand at first to smooth over the sound mounds of his buttocks. Revelling in the way it made Connor react. As soon as he felt Connor's guard was down he switched the vibrator to the lowest setting and replaced his hand with it.


Connor gasped, not expecting it, and jerked his hips away.


As Connor moved, Hank pulled the vibe away and slapped him with the crop lightly. "Don't move. I want you to keep still while I play with you."


Connor whined, crying out as the crop made contact with his ass, and automatically thrust it back out. "Yes sir!" he blurted, burying his face in the mattress to hide his blush.


Rick's concentration began to waver. Gavin always knew exactly where to nip and suck on his throat to make him cave. "Keep it up and I might fuck you right here on the floor."


"Please, please do..." Gavin let out a moan at the mental image of it. "Fuck me, daddy," he teased.

Rick snarled, grabbing Gavin by his hair and forcing him to bear his throat, biting down immediately and forcing him onto the floor. In seconds, he'd replaced the vibrator with his cock, thrusting in and out of him at an absolutely brutal pace.


Gavin let out a cry of delight and pain, clinging onto Rick's shoulders and digging him nails into the android's back.


Hank gave Connor another slap for the movement, not as hard that time though, more like a warning. "Good boy. And you're not to cum until I say you can," he said before returning the wand to Connor's artificial skin. He teased it over his arse cheeks before moving forward to tease his sack.


Connor shivered violently, moaning low and loud at the sensations. "It feels good..." he murmured quietly.


Hank smirked, feeling his own cock twitch at the delicious noises Connor was making. He moved the wand to run up and down the length of his cock.


Rick let Gavin do what he wanted. Unfortunately he didn't feel like carrying him all the way to a stage to tie him down and play with him, so he relished in the slight pain of nails breaking his synthetic skin, and sucked a plethora of hickies into the man's neck that would be impossible to hide at work.


"Fuck, Rick..." Gavin whined, arching his back as a wave of pleasure washed over him. "More, please...!"


"You know that's not the way to beg," he growled, slapping him. "Try again."


"Ah!" Gavin cried out, grinning into Rick's shoulder where his face was buried into. "Please, mas-master, please, fuck me harder. Make me cum so hard I can't see straight, ah!"


"Good boy." Rick stated. He increased his pace and started to fuck into Gavin with 77% of his force. He could crank it up to a steady 81% before the force posed any risk to the structural integrity of Reed's pelvic bone, but he never wanted to hurt him like that. Not hard enough to warrant a hospital visit, just to leave him sore and satiated for a week.


Gasps and whines and moans poured out of the android's mouth, doing his best to stay still but unable to hide the trembling in his limbs. Soon enough he was panting and aching for release. "C'n I cum?"


Hank grinned and paused in thought for a few long moments. "Not yet," he decided, revelling in his partner's pain. He took the wand away and moved so that he was laid down. "Come here, I want you to ride me until I cum, and then you can cum yourself." It sounded mean but Connor probably didn't know how close Hank actually was.


Connor obliged immediately, climbing onto his lap like it was something they did every day and straddling him. He leaned down and grabbed Hank's cock, guiding it to his hole and easing down onto it. It was a new sensation, being penetrated, but one he didn't mind. Granted, Connor hadn't anticipated losing his virginity on a stage in a sex club while undercover and searching for a suspected murderer, but there were worse ways, right?


Gavin mewled and whined at the feeling, loving how his partner felt inside him. "Rick! Rick...!" He moaned, leaning forward so that his cock was pushed against the android's chest for more friction.


"You gonna do it? Huh?" he panted, "you gonna cum, on the floor in front of everybody like some cheap bitch?"


Gavin whined again, nodding into Rick's shoulder.


"Then do it," he grinned, "cum for master. Right here, let everyone know exactly how I make you feel."


"FUCK!" Gavin cried out, shooting cum between them and riding out his orgasm. As soon as he'd come down from his high, he pulled Rick into a kiss, showing him just how much he appreciated him.


Rick was more than willing to indulge, but he wasn't done. He hadn't cum yet, and fully intended on fucking into Gavin until he did. Lifting one of his legs, he propped it onto his shoulder so he could fuck into him that much deeper.


Hank let out a groan as he felt Connor surround him. He was quite cool inside which felt nice on his hard cock, and helped to cool him down a bit as he hated sweat. It did nothing to diminish his erection though which was still going strong as Connor began to bounce around on it.


Connor closed his eyes, bouncing steadily on Hank's dick in the hopes of getting him off quickly.


Hank's hands found their way to Connor's waist, both helping him to move and stroking in encouragement. "Fuck, Co- Carlo..."


Connor bit his lip, whimpering when his cock brushed against a bundle of wires inside his ass. Apparently he had a prostate. CyberLife really didn't spare any expense.


Hank grinned and made sure to keep hitting that spot. Any surprise he felt was pushed back for now because the pleasure was taking over. He was close, oh so close.


Gavin cried out again as he was fucked deeper, biting his lip as he felt him push deeper and hit his prostate. "Riiiick!" He moaned, rutting wantonly back against him. "Cum in me, daddy! I want your cum in me!" He whined.


"Fuck-" Rick groaned, burying himself as deep as he could go and spilling into Gavin. "Fucking take love it when I fill you up like this.."


"Yes, fuck..." Gavin grinned as he felt his white thirium spilling into him. "Fill me up, real good~"


 "Please cum please cum please cum," Connor begged, trying to hold off as long as he could but it didn't matter. With a hoarse shout he came on Hank's cock, vision momentarily fizzing out to static.


As Connor came, his insides contracted around Hank, bringing his own climax to a head. He rode out his orgasm before laying back with a content sigh, looking up at Connor with a smile.


Connor was covering his face, shoulders shaking. "M'sorry," he stammered, LED flickering between pink and red, "I tried to wait, I tried, but I came first I'm sorry sir I'm sorry..."


Hank quickly shifted up, pulling Connor's hands away from his face and smiling. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's finished. I'm not mad, I know that was your first time. You did so well though," he pulled Connor into a hug. "Good boy."


Connor clutched him tightly and withheld his sobs of relief. Sir wasn't mad! He wasn't going to punish him!


Hank stroked Connor's hair and shut his eyes, breathing in the scent of Connor. He wanted to stay like that forever. Tangled up with Connor and holding him tight. But not only were they on a rented space, but they weren't alone. It felt weird being cute in a place like this- almost too intimate. He pulled back and smirked at Connor. "So, think we put on a good enough show for detective Reed and his fuck droid?"



Connor blinked, seeming to come back to himself, and glanced over at the two of them. "I don't think they were paying any attention," he said quietly.


Rick pulled out, pushing the vibe back in but leaving it off for now. "So you don't spill anything I gave you," he purred, sitting him up. "Talk to me. How are you feeling?"


"Full," Gavin purred, sitting up and placing his arms around Rick's neck again. "And nearly satisfied," he added cheekily.


Rick clicked his tongue, glaring playfully, and turned the vibe on to its highest setting again. "Maybe this will help. I'm not turning it off again until you've climaxed at least three more times. Maybe that'll satisfy you, brat."


"A-haaaah!" Gavin moaned, jumping slightly at the sudden surge. His arse was going to be sore tomorrow but he didnt care. It had been a shit day and his initial evening plans of the cross has been ruined so to hell with it. He could always call in sick anyway- it wasn't as if he had any majorly important cases on right now. Plus it would be nice having Rick perform a day of aftercare. "Fuck, you're bad. I love it," he pulled him into another kiss, moaning against his lips and grinding up against him as he felt himself harden up again.


"Yeah you do, masochistic slut," he mumbled against his lips. He smacked his ass just to feel him jump and grinned.


Hank looked over at the other two and rolled his eyes as he saw Gavin grinding on him. "Horny bastards," he shook his head. "Come on, let’s clear the stage. I think the next pair want it." He nodded to a couple waiting by the stage snogging. He shuffled off, quickly placing the used items in a bin for sanitisation before returning to the bed and offering his hand to help Connor off.


Connor took his hand, stooping to grab his discarded clothing and hug it to his chest as he hurried off the stage. A couple of people congratulated them and complimented their performance, and he blushed blue.


Hank took Connor's hand and held it after he was redressed, gently stroking it with his thumb. "You uh... You were really good. I hope you had a good time. I mean, you know, that it wasn't too disgusting or anything," he blushed. He hadn't meant to assume that Connor liked it as much as he did. It was most likely just his program that made him react so response to his ministrations.


Connor nodded. "I liked it," he told him quietly, "really. Thank you for checking up on me."


Hank squeezed his hand and smiled down at him. "You uh... Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying it to be polite?" He asked cautiously. He wanted assume and embarrass himself.


"No, I mean it," he said. "I wouldn't lie about something so intimate."


Hank's face turned even brighter red but he smiled. "That's good then... So did I."


"I'm glad..should we...stop them, at any point?" Connor asked, pointing to the two a ways away.


"Fuuuuck... Yes, I'm your little slut..." Gavin bit at his lip. "Do that again please."


"Do what again? You need to be specific, babe," he purred. "Tell me. Very loudly."


"Hit me," he gasped, grinding against him before repeating it a bit louder, "Hit me!"


Rick obliged, smacking him hard across the cheek, then doing it again to the other one.

Hank sent them a skeptical look then looked back at Connor. "I'm not getting in the middle of that, come on, I need a drink. You tired me out more than I thought you would," he said, shooting Connor a smile so he'd know it wasn't an insult to him.


Connor followed after him quietly. He hoped Gavin and Rick would actually fulfil their end of the bargain and help them catch James.


"Fuck... I'm close, harder, please! Make me bleed...!" He cried, rutting desperately against him.


Rick complied. He dragged his nails down Gavin's back, forming angry, red ridges on the skin, and came away with small amounts of blood on his synthetic skin. He brought it to his lips and sucked, moaning.


That was too much for Gavin to handle and he came violently between them again with a loud shout of "FUCK!" He pulled Rick into a kiss and he ground out his orgasm.


"Good boy," Rick cooed, kissing him ferociously and only pulling away when Reed needed oxygen. "Now do it two more times."


Gavin pulled back and gave him a look which mirrored what he said: "Seriously?"


"I told you," he said, tapping the vibrator with a finger, "this isn't shutting off, or coming out, until you give me three orgasms at least. I can always up the number."


Gavin let out a groan, hiding his smile in Rick's neck. "Fucking android..." He mumbled, shaking his head.


"Incorrect. You haven't put your dick inside me once today."


Gavin rolled his eyes. The thought of topping didn't appeal to him often, and it certainly wasn't tonight. He only topped when they were at home in private, and it was more of an intimate thing between them. "Can you get me back the cross? I want you to tie me up and fuck me into it..." He kissed his neck softly over the slightly marred skin. 


Rick ran his hands soothingly up and down Gavin's body, giving his pliant ass a nice squeeze. "I can tie you up and leave you there for a little while, writhing in that hot little way you do when I have toys in your ass," he said. "Maybe I'll let the other club members control the speeds on your vibrator. Up..." he increased it. "and down..." he turned it back down again.


Gavin shuddered at both the thought and feeling. "Fuck... No I just want you, master..."


"Don't get it confused, no one but me will ever be allowed to put their hands on that tight little ass except me," Rick told him, "but the remote for your toys? I'd let them share. And I think you like that idea more than you're letting on." he reached down to cup his cock, trying to harden again.


Gavin let out a little moan as he felt Rick's hand on him. "Fuck... Okay maybe... Maybe you're right," he admitted through gritted teeth.


"I'm always right, Gavin," Rick smirked, lifting him up. "Go to the stage. I'll rent it again."


Gavin hurried as best he could to the stage, though it was quite difficult being half hard again and with a vibrator shoved up his ass. He was sore all over, and bleeding, but he absolutely loved it. Once he was there, he climbed up and waited patiently for Rick to return to him.


As he sat at the bar, Hank pulled Connor onto his lap. If questioned he figured he could just blame it on the cover, but now some small part of him had a spark of hope that maybe Connor really did actually like him?


Connor folded into his lap with ease, content. It felt nice to be held, to pretend that Hank was doing this because he wanted to and not just because they were undercover.


"Have you... Ever tried beer?" Hank asked curiously as the bartender passed his drink to him. "I mean, I know you can't actually swallow it or digest it but... Well you have those fancy sample checkers or whatever the fucks in your mouth."


"I've never analyzed a beer," Connor said, "no. Did you want me to make sure you aren't being drugged?"


"What? Oh no I... I mean just to uh... To try it." Hank shrugged. "if you don't want to I don't mind, I just thought I'd offer."


"That's kind of you, Harry," he said. "If I could taste anything, I'd accept your offer, but all I can do is register chemical compounds."


"Oh, yeah, fair enough," Hank took a swig of it. "More for me then I guess."


They sat at the bar, exchanging quiet small-talk. Neither of them was aware of the perp that emerged from the back, glaring daggers at Connor.


"Oh look, Reed's trying the cross thing again," Hank said, nodding towards the stage.


Connor turned his head, looking at Gavin and Rick interacting like lovers having a genuinely good time. He wanted that...with Hank. "They look like they're having fun," he stated simply.


Hank nodded, not really wanting to watch because of who it involved, but he also could help but think the same about Connor. Subconsciously his grip tightened around Connor slightly- not so tight it would hurt, but just a little tighter so he felt more secure in his arms.


Connor's lids fluttered, his Pleasure Protocol still running, and he almost moaned at the subtle display of possession Hank had shown. He leaned into him eagerly, smiling a little. 


Rick joined Gavin a few minutes later, strapping his arms and legs in and pinching his nipples for the fun of it. "You're so beautiful, all trussed up for everyone like this," he murmured sweetly. He held up the manual remote for the vibrator and clicked it off. "I'm going to go ask the other patrons to play with this. Be a good boy and make sure they know how good it feels for you."


Gavin nodded and waited in anticipation. For a few long minutes he was just left with nothing at all but the lowest setting. The vibrator was barely even buzzing. He clenched his teeth and cursed under his breath as he thought of Rick just standing somewhere watching him with that hot, evil glare of his. Fuck, just thinking about it made him harder. He let out a small whine and thrust his hips slightly against the wood. It was then that he felt the vibrator start to pick up and he let out a loud moan.

"Good boy," Rick murmured, watching him from the corner of the club, near the entrance to the back.


Gavin was a mess on the stage, mewling and moaning at the random speeds of the vibe. His cock was soon aching with the need for release once again but he knew Rick would be pissed if he came without him. "Rick...!" He whined.


For a moment, it seemed like Rick wasn't going to go to him, but soon enough he was pushing past a few members to get to the stage. He looked...irritated, but Gavin was pissed off and horny by that point, having been left alone for minutes staring at the wooden cross back with his cock painfully hard. He wanted to ask what Rick had been thinking- he'd never been that merciless before, but the look on his face told him not to ask now. He'd ask later when they weren’t in the middle of a session. Instead of asking, he nodded quickly and thrust his hips. "wanna cum!"

"Tsk Tsk...for the third time tonight you've neglected to ask me the right way," Rick sighed, "I think that warrants a punishment, don't you?"


Gavin whined again, but he didn't disagree. "Y-yes, master. I've been bad... Please punish me."


Rick trailed his hands up and down Gavin's back, lightly, at first, then dragged his nails against the skin to create more scratches, to draw more blood. It was thrilling to see, and he couldn't wait to clean his wounds with hydrogen peroxide later and watch him squeal at the sting. "I'm gonna grab the leather flog hanging on the wall," he murmured, "and strike you ten times. Then you can try asking me again."


Gavin gasped and tried to arch away from the nails, but he was stuck in place facing the cross. He nodded and shut his eyes in preparation for the hits.


Rick pulled away from him and retrieved the flog. Its ends were made with leather, which, if utilized safely, wouldn't cause Gavin any extreme damage. He gave it a few test swings, cracking it against the ground, then struck Gavin's inner thigh. "Count."


Gavin shuddered at the impact, barely able to hold back a cry. "O-one..."


"Good boy." he struck him again, on the other thigh.


"Two..." He hummed, shifting in his restraints slightly. The pain wasn't too bad for the moment, but he knew sooner or later Rick would whip the cuts in his back which would sting like hell.


He made it six strikes in, before Rick took the leap and cracked it across the cuts along his spine.


Gavin let out a loud scream at that. It stung so badly, but the pain felt so good. It shocked him so much that he actually forgot to count that time, too busy gasping at the after-stings.


Rick scanned him briefly, to assess he was still willing to endure this. "Count," he reminded him gently.


"Sev... Seven..." He gasped. He shifted again and let out a small moan at the pain. His cock twitched. He was so hard. He was aching to be touched. "Please..."


"You're doing so good. Three more, and then ask master if you can cum," he reminded him. He cracked the flog down on his ass, this time.


"Eight!" His hips thrust forward and his cock rubbed against the wood again. It stuck again in the same spot and he thrust again. "Mmmnine! I can't... I can't take any more..." He let out a chocked sob. "Please... Master..."


"One more, Gavin," he promised, taking a moment to rub gentle circles in his lower back. "One more. Can you handle one more hit for me? Then I'll let you cum, and we can wind down and go home."


Gavin let out a small whimper at the soft touch and nodded. "Okay... Okay... yes... One more, please..."


"Good boy," he murmured, kissing the back of his neck. He showed him some mercy and brought the flog against the backs of his thighs.


"Fuck... T-touch me, please... Wanna cum!" He whined, breathing heavily. He looked over his shoulder and sent Rick a needy look.


"You're gonna cum, baby," Rick promised, turning the vibrator to its highest setting and reaching around to stroke Gavin's cock with expertise.


With his expert hand, it didn't take long for Gavin to cum. It was the best one of the night so far. Though now he was exhausted. His body went limo in the restraints as he panted to get his breath back and calm down.


Rick kept one hand on his body at all times to ground him, easing his legs out of their restraints, then his arms, and he carried his sub off the stage without so much as a blink. It was time for aftercare, and he wanted to do that in a darker, quieter corner of the club where Gavin would have a chance to calm down. "Tell me what you want to drink," he spoke softly, settling his partner down in a booth and running slender fingers through his hair.


"Mojito," he said with a happy smile. He felt content, and a little sleepy. He wanted nothing more than to just snuggle against his boyfriend and drink until he passed out in his arms. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon as before Rick could leave, Connor and Hank had joined them in the booth.


 "Good show," Hank said, nodding to them politely.


Gavin let out a groan. "Okay! Okay we'll help you out, fuck, can we not have five minutes just to ourselves?" He rolled his eyes. "But you know... They won't let Rick in. People have seen Connor's face and LED, they'll know Rick's an android now. Thanks for that, dipshit, you ruined your own plan," he shot Connor a glare.


Connor stared at him with an even expression. "I don't want to fight with you on the chance it could trigger a subdrop. And...the plan isn't completely ruined."


"He's right," Rick stated, face tight again. He looked uncomfortable and didn't meet Connor's eye anymore. "Hank can go in alone. Or with you, Gavin. We promised to help them catch this serial killer." He gave Reed's arm a gentle squeeze - a silent trust me.


Gavin wanted to protest so much- there was no way he was going to pose as Anderson's sub... But the touch from Rick calmed him, and truth be told he was too knackered from their session to fight anyway. "It'll be easier if we both go, Anderson. We are both cops, after all. Our droids can keep each other company while waiting for to ambush the perp." Hank grit his teeth. He didn't like it anymore than Reed did, but he knew it was the only way they were going to catch him. "Fine, alright, we'll do it together then... I'm not going to fuck you though."


Gavin snorted. "Of course you're not. Rick's the only one who can fuck me."


"Tomorrow," Rick stated, "Gavin can't do anything else tonight. James is here all the time, we've seen the man in passing exactly 54 times, your investigation can wait one more day." Tomorrow...then everything would be fine…


 "Alright then, we'll leave you to it then. See you tomorrow," Hank said, waving to the both of them before ushering Connor out of the booth. Gavin waved back tiredly, and as soon as the other two had left he collapsed against Rick's side. "Take me home... I want just you..." He snuggled against him.


Rick's face softened, and he brushed his fingers gently over Gavin's cheeks. "Can you walk? We need to get you changed."


Gavin gently shook his head. "Help me," he said, and leaned I to him further as he helped him along to the changing rooms.

Hank and Connor didn't speak to each other on the car ride back. Something has changed between them and they both knew it, but for the moment it remained unspoken. Hank knew Connor was going to ask him about it sooner or later, but he still wasn't sure what to say.


Rick indulged him, dressing Gavin in the appropriate attire and piggy-backing him out to the car. LED spinning a careful yellow, Connor ran through the hundreds of options available to broach the topic. He kept his mouth shut until they got home, stepping through the door and giving Hank some time to settle down before speaking. "Hank? About the scene today...on stage..."


Hank looked up at him. He was sat in his armchair with a tablet in hand. "What about it...?" He asked cautiously. He wasn't sure he was ready to have a heavy in depth conversation, especially as the session today had tired him out quite a bit.


Connor frowned. Hank appeared upset, and reluctant to speak about their time at Lace and Lust. Maybe...the whole thing had just been an act? Maybe the lieutenant didn't enjoy anything they did together, and had merely said so because they were in public and needed to preserve their cover. The android turned away, skin fading to its default shade and his hair and freckles returning to normal. "I hope I didn't cause you any injury, when we were on stage. The biocomponents inside my body make me a significant weight to have on top of a person, and I simply wanted to make sure you felt okay." It was a lie. It was a complete lie. Connor had scanned Hank the second it was all over just to be sure he'd caused no harm, but what the hell else was he supposed to say? 'Hey, I think I've developed romantic feelings for you and really want to continue being sexually intimate outside of this case?' The way Hank was acting, a confession like that would send Connor on the streets. It wasn't worth the risk. It wasn't worth losing Hank as a friend.


Hank paused for a few moments while trying to see if Connor had more to say. It looked like he did, but Hank really wasn't in the mood for it. Whatever it was that was bugging him, it could wait until tomorrow, or some other day at least. "No, none at all," Hank sent him a reassuring smile, he placed his tablet down on the coffee table and moved to sit down next to Connor with a concerned expression. "What about you though? I didn't damage you at all, did I?"


"No, lieutenant," he said, "I'm perfectly fine...and, if it's all the same to you, I think I'm going to enter stasis early so that I can fully process today's events."


Hank rose an eyebrow. "Fully... Process? What're you processing, we didn't make any sort of breakthrough in the case?"


Connor's LED spun yellow. "...I'm experiencing stress. Entering stasis allows me to rerun the day's events within my mind, and focus on them without the stress attached. It's a coping mechanism, I think."


Hank's look of confusion flickered to understanding. "Ah right, makes sense. So uh... I guess I'll see you in the morning then. Night, Connor." He lingered for a moment, wanting to kiss him goodnight but knowing how wrong and inappropriate it was, then began to walk away.


Connor watched him leave, and knew if he had a heart it would be breaking. He wanted to say so many things in that moment: let me sleep with you. let me kiss you. let me tell you how I feel about you. Instead, he sat on the couch, and closed his eyes, letting his mind enter Sleep Mode.


Chapter Text

Chapter 7: Plans, not as planned


The next day, no one was happy with the situation. But there was nothing any of them could do about it. Work was awkward during the day. Gavin came in with a slight limp, bundled up in clothing, telling everyone who asked him he was in a fight. Thankfully, for all parties involved, they were able to stay out of each other’s hair. When it came to the evening everyone was tense.


"Reed," Hank nodded to him as he and Connor walked up to their booth at the club. "... Rick, did you say your name was?"


"I didn't say," the Android replied evenly, "but yes. My name is Rick." He ran his fingers through Gavin's hair and gently over his back, where the scratches were still fading. "Behave in there, Reed. I don't want to have to break out the suture kit because you fought another stubborn suspect. Just follow lieutenant Anderson's lead and we'll be done here. Connor and I will wait for you two to return."


"What will you do if I don't behave?" Gavin asked, shooting Rick a cheeky grin.


"I'll drag you out of here and drive us home," he deadpanned.


Gavin pouted. "Boo, you're no fun," he huffed then stood up. "Alrighty, let's get this show on the road then. Come on, daddy" Hank shot him a glare.


 "Do not call me that. Sir, or master, if you must, but..." He caught the cheeky grin on Gavin's face and resisted the urge to slap him. "Bastard."


Rick and Connor watched them go, both experiencing varying degrees of jealousy and concern. This was it, either James wasn't here tonight, he wouldn't be led outside, or everything would go according to plan. 

"Okay, so, no touching unless it's absolutely necessary," Gavin quietly warned as they made their way to the back of the club. He took Hank's hand and hang onto it. "And don't blow our cover, old man. I'm your obedient sub for now, got it?"


"Have you ever obeyed a single order in your goddamned life, Reed," Hank asked him, pulling Gavin along. "I don't need any brattiness from you, I swear to god."


"Well at least if I annoy you here, you can do something about it. I got the worse end of the bargain. And this isn't even my goddamn case. You should be more grateful I'm helping." He squeezed his hand as if to make up for his usual scowl. "And for your information, yes I have. And use my first name, Harry.” As they reached the back, they sailed right on through with a wave of the security's hand. Gavin had been right- had Connor not have shown his real face or been able to take of his LED then he and Rick would of had no issues getting in. "So, where now, sir?" Gavin asked, putting on a fake, cutesy tone and smile to go along with it.


Hank felt like he had briefly wrestled God Himself for the strength it took not to grimace at that tone. Taking a deep breath, he schooled his expression into something imitating fondness and pulled him along. "Now, we look for our good friend, and see if he wants to play with us tonight."


Gavin giggled- yes, giggled, and nodded, following Hank as he looked around the room. "Aw, I don't see him. Should we get drinks and wait?"


Hank wanted to smack the smug look right off his face. But he couldn't see James either, and that's who they were there for. That's the reason they were pulling this entire, stupid charade in the first place. "Yeah," he said, "go grab me something strong." Hank needed it, if he was going to deal with this sugary-sweet Gavin any longer.


"Okay!" Gavin said then walked towards the bar. As soon as his back was turned he grimaced, not liking this one bit. He'd been hoping James would be right there for them to get it over with. But that would be too easy. No, it meant he was stuck playing sweethearts with Anderson for too long. He reached the bar and ordered two of their strongest drinks- he could see where Hank was coming from with that order and agreed. They would both need a strong drink to get through this, especially if James was a no show tonight. Though that seemed very unlikely as Gavin came most nights and he was always skulking about somewhere.


 "Hey, what brings you back here? Androids aren't allowed?" Came a sudden voice. Gavin turned to see Rhys standing next to him.


"Hey slut, and yeah I know. He's rented me out tonight. Something new we’re trying," he motioned towards Hank and raised his eyebrows suggestively.


Rhys rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Now who's the slut?"


"Still you. Is that Tim and Jack over there?"


The two of them bantered back and forth for a bit- Gavin being relieved to not have to be with Anderson. Though eventually he knew he'd have to get back to him so said his goodbye and turned around to pick up their drinks. "Here we go, master~" he sung, placing the bottle down in front of Hank before climbing on his lap, straddling him. Before Hank had a chance to question him, he leaned in to whisper, "So we can look both ways."


Hank could not be any softer. In fact, it felt like his dick was struggling to recede back inside of his fucking torso with Gavin on his lap. He wanted Connor here...he wanted Connor in his arms, handing him drinks and making out with him and doing literally anything with Connor and not Gavin right now. "Great. Keep your eyes fucking peeled, then, so we can get the hell out," he whispered back, taking a swig of his drink. It was very strong. So strong, in fact, it was almost salty. He smacked his lips together and took another sip to wet them.


The music was really loud, for some reason. Louder than usual, for a club. Why was Gavin so fucking heavy on his lap? He wanted him to get off, but they had...something to do. What were they doing? James! They needed to look for James, the bastard. He cast his eyes out to look for him, but suddenly his vision was filled with Connor. No, not Connor. It was the Rk900, Rick, and he was pulling Gavin off of his lap. Why? Was the investigation over, now? He tried to ask him but the words left his mouth in a confused jumble. Where was Connor? Wasn't Rick supposed to be with Connor? "Hey," he managed to get out, "hey, you, what'sgoinon?"


Rick shot him a sympathetic look, pulling Gavin into his arms and forcibly leading him away. "We're going home, Gavin."


"Haaaaaaah?" Gavin slurred in response. The room was spinning, his head throbbing and his throat burning. "Notsleepyyy..." He mumbled, his body becoming the complete opposite. He felt heavy, his eyes closing as he surrendered to Rick's strong hold. Hank watched them walk away, time slowing down as his vision became blurred. The last thing he felt before passing out was a painful hit to the back of his head.

"...rson...derson...Lieutenant Anderson!" A paramedic was trying to talk to him outside of the club, Hank loaded up on a gurney beside an ambulance. A squad car was there, Captain Fowler himself surveying the scene. Connor, Rick, and Gavin were nowhere to be found.


Hank startled awake, immediately letting out a pained groan. His head throbbed. He tried to speak but his throat felt raw so only a cough came out. Someone was holding something up to his lips, a straw? A voice telling him he needed to drink. After a few sips of what tasted like water, he tried his voice again. "-ner... Where's... Connor?"


"That's what we're trying to find out, Hank," Fowler explained, coming up to stand on the other side of the gurney. "You've been roofied. I need you to tell me everything you remember."


"Fuck..." Hank lifted a hand to rub his forehead. "Uh... We were on a case, pretending to be members of the club... We separated, I went to the human only bit to find our guy." Hank was struggling with several emotions right now. Smaller ones included embarrassment at being found in this club and still wearing his Dom outfit, and also slight worry about where Reed and Rick were- he didn't want to ask as Reed had held up his end of the bargain, even if things didn't go as planned I and even though he disliked him immensely, Hank wasn't the sort of man to ruin someone's life by tattling. He would find out they're side as soon as he was fit and able to leave the scene. Which judging by the look on Fowler's face didn't seem to be anytime soon. More importantly though, his major concern was about where Connor was. There's no way he would leave him, even if it meant going into the human only zone. They were partners, he refused to believe it. "Drink must've been spiked when I wasn't looking..." He suddenly remembered vaguely Rick saying something as he left with Gavin, but he couldn't remember what exactly it was.


"Who were you looking for?" Jeffery asked. "Was there anyone else with you besides Connor?"


"Walden. James Walden. Only place known that he frequents is," he nodded to the club. "... And no. Just us. This was our case."


Captain Fowler nodded. He asked Hank only a few more questions before pocketing his notebook and leaning in close. "Listen to me," he said slowly, like one would when approaching a feral animal. "We found some blue blood near the booth you said you two were occupying, and an analyst confirmed that it came from an RK800. Wherever Connor is, we haven't found the body, so it's safe to assume the kid is still alive, okay? We're gonna find your partner, Hank."


Hank smiled weakly back up and him. "Thanks, Jeff... Need a hand with anything here?"


Fowler shook his head. "No, you're dismissed for now. Go home and get some rest. If we get any more information, I'll let you know."


"Thanks," Hank nodded, then carefully stood and walked to where his car was placed. Once he was sat inside, he buried his face in his hands and let his emotions out. He felt so stupid. Of course splitting up would be a bad idea. They should have just stormed the place once he'd been sighted inside. He hoped, prayed that Connor was okay. And he needed to check on Gavin and Rick, wherever the fuck they were. Androids couldn't be poisoned so he figured he must’ve taken him home. His mind set on his destination, he turned the ignition key and sped off. "Hold on, Con. I'm coming..."

Rick called the station and told them Gavin wasn't coming in tomorrow. "Alcohol poisoning," he'd lied, "he's had too much to drink, so I'm keeping him here to monitor his health." When he got off the phone, he crawled into bed with Reed and brought the tip of a water bottle to his human's mouth, trying to help him detox from the drug in his drink. "Slow sips, Gavin. Everything is okay."


"wha-mmmh!" Gavin tried to reply, only to have the bottle thrust into his mouth. He coughed a little and was given some more. His insides felt like they were on fire. It hurt. The fire was moving upwards. Up through his systems, all the way to the- "GONNA HURL" He shouted, throwing aside the water and making a mad dash for the bathroom. Unfortunately, he only made it off the bed before collapsing and proceeding to puke his guts out.


Rick sighed. He was glad the bedroom had wood flooring instead of carpet, in this instance, and patted his boyfriend's back comfortingly. "Get it out. You'll feel better, soon."


It was about half an hour before Gavin had completely settled down. He felt extremely exhausted, but comfortable now. He'd puked up whatever it was that was making him feel so much pain. He snuggled into Rick's side. "What happened?"


"Someone drugged you in the back," Rick said. It was sort of the truth...sort of. "Connor and I saw James out in the open area, leaving, and neither you nor Hank following after him. We realized your drinks were tampered with and I took you home."


"Fuck... Must've been that bastard, Walden. How did he know we were after him though?" Gavin frowned. "Actually, how did I know I was involved? Wasn't even my damn case."


"Maybe someone else inside the club tipped him off, or he saw us talking to Connor," Rick shrugged, "his LED is bright in a dark room." He reached out and cupped his cheek. "It doesn't matter now. I called off of work tomorrow for you, so the toxin can leave your system completely. Are you feeling alright?"


Gavin let out a weak chuckle. "I mean I just puked my guts out, but yeah, I have you here..." His cheeks flushed slightly. "Wish we could've had more fun beforehand. But I'm not complaining if it means I get to snuggle with you all day tonight and tomorrow."


Rick gave him one of his rare smiles, shaking his head. "Let me clean up your vomit, and we'll snuggle after you brush your teeth," he said, rising to his feet to fetch the cleaning supplies. He didn't make it too far, because the door bell started to ring obnoxiously.


Gavin groaned, turning over and burrowing under the duvet. "Babe, make it stop..."


Rick went to the front door, swinging it open with a glare. Upon seeing Lieutenant Anderson, he immediately attempted to slam it shut again in a panic. He was awake. And now he had a lot of questions to answer.


"What the fu-" Hank growled, shoving his hand quickly to stop the door from shutting in his face. Here he was trying to be nice and see if Gavin and Rick were okay, but the way Rick was trying to shut him out now made him suspicious. Very suspicious. Especially as he was the last person to see Connor at the club. "Let me in, asshole. You got some explaining to do?"


"Anderson? The fuck are you doing?" Gavin asked, appearing at the doorway to their bedroom encased in the giant duvet.


"Go back to bed, Gavin, everything is fine," Rick stated firmly, still trying to push Hank out of the door. "He was drugged just like you, Anderson, please leave us alone so he can recover."


"Like hell I am, you know something I know you do!" Hank growled again and pushed at the door. Unfortunately androids were a lot stronger than humans so it wasn't much of a contest. "Where the hell is Connor?!"


Gavin's eyes widened slightly. "He's not with you?"


"What does it look like?" Hank spat. "Your asshole of a boyfriend did something and I know it!"


"Rick...?" Gavin asked, sending him a cautious look. "What's going on?" He asked again.


Rick's brows furrowed, mouth opening and closing but no response coming forward. Eventually he allowed Hank entry into their home, stepping aside. "I acted in Gavin's best interests. Nothing more, nothing less."


"What, the fuck, did you do?!" Hank repeated again for what seemed to be the enth time.


Rick crossed his arms, a defensive posture, and didn't look at him. "...he was going to hurt Gavin," he growled out through clenched teeth. "He was going to destroy his career - fuck, he knew his address, and he'd somehow managed to paralyze me with some little want in his pocket. I knew if I didn't help him that he'd kill us both...I...I let him spike your drinks so that I could take Gavin home, and let James take Connor."


"You... what?!" Hank marched forward and grabbed the android by the front of his jacket. "You sold Connor out?! Why didn't you say something? We could have used this to our advantage!"


"He's right, Rick... As much as I hate agreeing with him..." Gavin spoke up, looking at his boyfriend with a look of confusion. He didn't know whether to be happy he'd been so protective of him, or annoyed he'd put the life of someone in danger. Yes he hated androids because of his brother's success, but that was no reason to justify something like this. Especially as he knew what Warden was capable of, and truth be told he was actually starting to warm up to Connor. Not that he'd tell anyone that, of course.


"Get off me," Rick stated, shoving Hank away. "My biggest priority was keeping my human safe, and, just so you know, I did take measures to utilize the situation to our advantage." He held out his palm, an image flickering to life within it. It was a map of Detroit, with a tiny, moving red dot travelling across the expanse. "RK units can locate each other as long as physical contact has been exchanged at least once."


Hank's anger fizzled out and was replaced with both confusion and hope. "So... you can find him?"


"As long as Walden doesn't put Connor somewhere the walls are made up of lead and jamming the signal, then yes. I can find your boyfriend."


Hank's face turned bright red. "He's not my boyfriend," he stated firmly, shooting Rick a glare.


"Hah! Yeah right, you're definitely into him, don't lie, Anderson." Gavin taunted.


Hank turned his glare to him. "Shut up, Reed."


"For what it's worth," Rick interrupted, before either of them could get lost in mindless bickering, "I'm sorry. I ran every possible scenario through my mind, and letting the suspect take Connor was the one with the smallest percentage of casualties. I wouldn't ever intentionally put anyone in danger without probable cause."


"Fucking machines and their statistics," Hank grumbled, but he knew deep down that it probably was the best way. Hopefully Connor was okay, and was holding out until they got to him. "Right, so what're we waiting for?"


"Hang on, I'm naked," Gavin said, disappearing into the bedroom again.


"Gavin, you are staying here," Rick called after him. "You vomited not even ten minutes ago!"


"I got the same stuff as Anderson and he's going, plus it's kind of my fault so yeah I am!" He shouted back.


Hank raised an eyebrow. "You have a conscience?"


"SHUT UP! I can be nice sometimes!"


"Please stop yelling. We have neighbours that already have to deal with the sounds of our excessive intercourse without adding a fight into it."


Hank grimaced. "That, I did not need to know."


"Sorry, babe!" Gavin shouted, grinning cheekily even though he wasn't in the same room.


Rick was glad he couldn’t experience migraines.