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Mission failed. Report to Cyberlife.

Connor stumbled out of Jimmy’s Bar with all the grace of a newborn giraffe into the biting cold of the night. The sudden shock of going from the warmth of the bar to outside was harsh. It was 12:31 PM in the middle of November in Detroit. It was very cold outside.

The persistent rain didn't help.

Fat drops of ice-cold water hit Connor’s shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around himself to try to conserve heat. His prototype model was unable to turn off his cold sensitivity, so he just learned to live with it. It wouldn't kill him, but it would feel awful in the moment and for however long it took him to try off.

Connor replayed the last ten minutes of his life through his mind with dismay. He had only just entered the bar and now he was outside again. Forcefully. Failure was the only word to describe what just happened.

He had just finished getting screamed at by the man he was sent here to find, his supposed new “partner.” His first attempt to talk to Lieutenant Anderson had failed so spectacularly that it ought to be a new record. Connor had a better rapport with Danial, the unhinged android who had pointed a gun at him while threatening to jump to his death just a few months ago.

Connor found himself actually missing that case right about now.

In the end, Anderson had flicked him off and refused to leave Jimmy’s Bar, no matter the logic Connor placed before him. But try Connor had. No speech about “poor dead human” or “possible murderous android” had swayed him. In fact, each new one seemed to piss him off more than the last.

A man was dead and they were assigned to investigate, nevertheless, Anderson couldn't seem to care less about it. Connor was advised humans tended to react compassionately when one of their own species is killed and to be delicate around the subject. Humans are a social species, after all.

To combat his cold nature, Connor even received a programming package on comforting people around a dead body. Apparently, he had been too callous to the traumatized human girl from the Daniel event and they wanted him to be careful with Anderson.

Clearly, that was not necessary.

Anderson seemed to care more about his drinking than his job or the dead man. Connor could not fathom this. He used every programmed response he had to try to evoke empathy but got only anger.

After that lovely little meet-cute, the other patrons sided with Anderson and became increasingly hostile to Connor. They began to shout insults at Connor and even went as far as to make threats of violence against him. One patron threw a shot glass at him. Connor easily dodged it but it was still startling.

The bar’s owner, Jimmy, helpfully reminded him if the bar rules by slamming another “NO ANDROIDS” sign on the counter in front of him.

Unsure what else to do, as his programming only taught him to deal with a hostile crowd with returned violence, Connor retreated back outside.

His programming didn't teach him how to deal with this kind of aggression in any constructive way. He had software that gave him tools to de-escalate the situation but these had failed. Anderson’s hatred was too much to overcome. The lieutenant hated him for simply existing. The other patrons seemed much the same. There was no clear way to change such harsh prejudice in the short time he had.

The only option he had left appeared to be force. The human was drunk enough that Connor could very easily overpower him without risking damaging him significantly. However, this would make a working relationship impossible in the future. Connor still needed him for as long as it took to find the source of the deviancy but brute force would only get him temporary success.

Defeated but refusing to return to Cyberlife with his tail tucked, Connor sat outside on the curb for over an hour as he contemplated how to draw the man out without violence. Cars and people passed without giving him much pause. Connor was so cold that he stopped even feeling the rain. Connor assumed he must look like an android waiting on it’s owner. The thought made him feel weird as he cast a glance over at the nearest android parking station.

Two androids stood at the little stop. Their faces were blank as they stared dead-eyed forward and waited obediently for their masters to return. Connor didn't feel like he was one of them. He felt different. Realizing he felt anything at all or held some opinion of his own autonomy was enough to make him look away.

He shouldn't think like that. He was a machine designed to do a job, like any other. He couldn't dream of his own life like he was anything special. Cyberlife owned him. They would use him until his usefulness was up. Then they would throw him away like all the rest before him.

Connor shook his head to clear his mind. The thought of his insignificance left a bitter taste in his mouth. Connor needed to forget this and just focus on his mission at hand. His mission was the only thing that mattered here to him.

Unfortunately, Connor had made no progress on that in the last hour of sitting on the curb like an ugly hooker. Any inspiration that would normally lead him to brilliant and innovative choices was currently locked behind a wall Connor could only describe as “wet and miserable.”

The latter of those would soon change as Connor found a distraction. A new couple entered his view on the quiet street.

It was two men, about the same age and height, laughing in each other’s embrace. They were clearly intoxicated but it sparked something in Connor. The way they kissed, the way they clung to each other like the world might end if they weren't touching, and finally the way one dragged the other off in search of privacy.

Maybe I can lure him out.

Connor wasn't sure of Lieutenant Anderson’s sexual preference but at the rate the man was drinking, it might not even matter anymore. Connor could likely draw him away if he was successful in flirtation. Or maybe he would just convince Anderson to drink so much that he loses his senses. Drunk or horny, Connor could trick Hank into following him.

Connor needed to get the lieutenant to the crime scene one way or another, the mission’s parameters never stated that the human needed to be sober, only present. It was a loophole Connor was happy to exploit.

With his brilliant new plan locked in, Connor dug through his Cyberlife records to find the Undercover Work packages. Many of them had programs to help him adapt his walk, demeanor, and voice to appear more human. Several taught him how to seduce his target. Connor wasn't sure when Cyberlife had thought he would use these but he was thankful to have them right now.

New Mission: Acquire new clothing.

The bar and the lieutenant were anti-android. If Connor intended to pull this off, he needed to appear human. Android law strictly stated that they were not allowed to remove or hide their LED and their clothing must visibly display them as an android. However, Cyberlife had permitted him to break these rules if they were necessary to solve his mission. They had given him permission to break a lot of android rules and even human laws, in fact.

Connor opened up his navigation then a quick walk down the street found a clothing store that was tailored to a wide range of ages and types. It was closed at this hour but that wouldn't slow Connor much. The lock was a basic one, accessible by the shop’s androids with the electronic code or a keycard for the humans. Connor, however, hacked his way in. In truth, he could hack through almost any security.

A quick glance to disable the cameras and Connor was free to shop at his leisure. He needed to pick an outfit that would draw Anderson in but didn't look out of place. He couldn't look desperate. He needed to look like he belonged there.

Jimmy’s is a sports bar.

Connor searched Cybernet for what games were playing tonight. Anderson could be watching any of the different sports but Connor remembered the television he was facing was playing basketball. The most probable of the teams he would be watching tonight was the Detroit Gears. Wearing their merchandise would open a window of conversation. If he was wrong, Connor could still strike up an argument about which team was superior.

After trying on several pairs of pants to find the ones that complimented his thighs and ass the best, Connor felt prepared. He had chosen black jeans, kept his button-down, a Detroit Gears hoodie, a blue scarf, and a beanie to hide his LED. It wasn't what Connor would call the most sexually appealing outfit but Connor didn't wish to look too obvious in that he was looking for attention. He hoped it would do the job.

Before he left the changing room, Connor took a good look at his reflection in the full-length mirror. The jeans were simple but hugged his rear in an attractive manner and a tuft of his hair poked out of his beanie in a cute way. Connor was a vain creature by nature and quite enjoyed looking in the mirror. Or any reflective surface.

As Connor caught his reflection’s eyes, he felt a wave of apprehension that was soon smothered by determination.

“You just need him to follow you to the crime scene. We can work through the rest when we get there.” Connor mumbled to his reflection. It was a little crazy and completely illogical to talk to himself but the pep talk helped. He was still unsure of his plan but he didn't have a better alternative. He had to put his all into it. There was no room for his confidence to waver.

Connor stashed his Cyberlife suit in a backpack and hoofed it back to Jimmy’s. The patrons still looked when he came in, but not for long. The same hostile ones from earlier now regarded him with disinterest. Connor felt odd in his human disguise but he was glad it was working on the other customers. This was one small step toward victory.

Connor wandered around the bar a bit before he made his way over to Lieutenant Anderson. He was attempting not to look too obvious by not walking directly up to the man. A quick trip to the bathroom to check his reflection later, Connor walked up to Anderson and stood to the man’s right. The lieutenant didn't acknowledge him so he took this time to scan the man.

His BAC was far higher than before but that was good. It meant he was less likely to recognize him. Connor made a sound in his voice box that mimicked clearing his throat to get Anderson’s attention. After a moment of continuing to be ignored, Connor moved to speaking.

“Is this seat taken?” Connor touched the chair to the right of him. Anderson let out a dramatic groan. He sounded like Connor had personally offended him with four simple words.

“There's a whole damn bar. You really need that one?” Anderson growled, eyes more trained on his drink than the game. He didn't even bother to look at Connor. Connor needed the human to look at him if the seduction was to work.

“I suppose not, there are many seats. However, you have set yourself up in the area most central to the primary television playing my game. If I am seated elsewhere, my vision would be obstructed. I might even have to twist my neck at an awkward angle to get the best view.” Connor carefully explained his logic. He had managed to adjust his body language to appear more human but his voice was still stiff. He hoped Anderson wouldn't notice. “While this would not prevent me from enjoying the game, it would be an inconvenience.”

Lieutenant Anderson finally looked over at him. Those eyes raked over him from head to toe, assessing him, but his vision stopped at the hoodie. He seemed to approve of the team’s merchandise if the subtle nod was anything to go by. It seemed Connor had passed his inspection. He gestured at the chair.

“It's a free country. Sit where you like.”

That was enough of an invitation for Connor. He didn't expect he would get a better offer from the difficult man. He took off his scarf, setting it on the back of his chair, and dropped the backpack on the floor in front of the chair. Connor settled down next to his target and looked at the screen in front of them both. He was very pleased with himself but had to hide it to avoid arousing suspicion.

They stayed quiet for some time. The prolonged silence wasn't uncomfortable but it left Connor wondering how to break the ice. He could ask about the game but the score was displayed on-screen. He could ask what Anderson was drinking but that might come off as strange. He could even discuss the weather, which was awful, but that would seem thin and tedious. All stranded small talk starting points seemed incorrect.

Luckily, Anderson chose to put Connor out of his misery and break the ice himself before the silence could stretch out too long.

“You come here often?” Anderson asked with a slight slurring to his speech but cringed the moment the words left his mouth. “I mean that in an ‘I haven't seen you here before’ kind of way, not the other way.”

Connor wasn't sure what he meant when he referred to “the other way” but he figured he should know this as a human. Human phrases still confused him, given that they varied greatly from region to region and often had no logical source to explain them. Still, he thought it best not to reveal his ignorance.

“Tonight is the first time I have come to this bar.” Connor stated factually. With this phrase, he didn't feel the need to admit he had been here earlier tonight. “I was looking for a place to watch the game that wasn't too loud. I heard they were playing it here and this place is pretty quiet. I don't like big crowds.”

“I hear you on the crowds thing, but you're a bit late.” Anderson gestured at the screen. He was right. Most of the game was over. At this rate, Connor predicted Denton Carter would score fifty-three percent of his shots from the three-point line in this game, given his past record. They would win this game.

“I may be too late to watch most of this particular game, but I'm not too late to drink.” Connor shrugged. He wasn't sure if he could actually drink anything except thirium but he was about to find out. He didn't think it could do much harm anyway, given how advanced he was.

Anderson chuckled. The low but warm sound of it alone felt like a victory. “Now that’s something we can agree on. The drinking is always the fun part. What's your poison?” 

Connor merely stared at Anderson while he tried to figure out that statement. It took a moment, and noticing that Anderson gestured at his glass, for Connor to realize he meant to ask which alcohol he liked. A similar taste in food and beverages typically endeared humans to each other. Connor quickly scanned Anderson’s drink to discern its contents.

Black Lamb: Malt Scotch Whiskey, aged ten years.

Alcohol content: 40% Very High

Traces of DNA from Lieutenant Hank Anderson

“Typically, I enjoy whiskey. Black Lamb and Johnnie Walker are some favorites. Typically things aged over ten years. No less than five.” Connor pulled out his wallet. Luckily, Cyberlife had given him some cash just in case. He was positive this was not what they had in mind but that didn't matter now. This was for his mission, after all.

“Good taste.” Connor went to address the bartender, but Anderson beat him to it. Anderson waved down the bartender, Jimmy, and gestured between him and Connor. “Two doubles over here.”

To say Connor was surprised would be an understatement. Anderson had been quite belligerent earlier and had led Connor to believe he would need to work on him for quite some time before he would warm up. Now he was buying Connor a drink like they were old buddies. This was becoming easier than he thought.

“Assuming that drink was for me and you don't plan to double-fist it, thank you.” Connor said with his best attempt at a grin. It was a bit awkward and goofy but it made Anderson grin back. The little snort the human let out was also a victory.

“Yeah, it's for you, smartass. Though, I might just have to take it back if you keep up the antics.” Anderson was clearly teasing him. Connor found that he actually liked the light bickering. The teasing tone made him feel oddly warm.

“No no, I'm quite thankful. It’s not every day I get a free drink.” Connor said as he pulled the shot glass closer protectively. He was a bit apprehensive as he had only ever tasted thirium and blood before but knew drinking this was necessary to gain Anderson’s trust.

“That I don't believe for a damn second, you damn liar. I bet you get free shit everywhere.” Anderson said, looking him over again but slower this time. Those stormy eyes raked over him with a peculiar look Connor couldn't identify. He looked oddly, hungry? Maybe possessive? Either way, Connor felt it was a good stare.

Connor felt the strange warmth return at being ogled. He wasn't sure what this reaction was but it felt good. He wasn't used to being flirted with. Especially by somebody quite that attractive. People often took a double-take when Connor walked past but they never looked at him the way Anderson was.

Being under that gaze made Connor nervous but prideful. Anderson implied he was attractive and that made him fluff up like a strange bird trying to show off for a mate. Connor knew he was attractive but the ravenous look in Anderson’s eyes made him melt. He felt like the most beautiful creature to walk the earth.

Anderson had no idea what effect he had on this helpless android.

“I don't frequent bars.” Connor stated in a calm tone but the nervous energy he felt was expressed through fidgeting with the cuffs of his sweater. He reached to adjust a tie he no longer wore only to let his hands fall lamely back to the countertop. Connor had never been this twitchy before.

His statement was true but likely unwise to say. He should convince Anderson that he frequented bars to make this situation seem normal, but he found that he did not wish to lie more than necessary. Not to Anderson. He felt better being as honest as he could be within the mission parameters.

“Why’d you come here, then?” Anderson downed his glass with all the grace of a motion he’s practiced a million times. Connor was transfixed by the gentle bob of his Adam's apple when he swallowed the liquid. Connor wanted to lick that spot as it moved.

Connor produced a needy little whine that he tried to cover with the sound of clearing his throat.

Voice Modulator Malfunction: Involuntary Sound Produced.

Run Diagnostic?

Answer? y/n?

>n

Startled by such a powerful desire and a sound he had never meant to make, Connor forced his eyes back down to his glass. His body was malfunctioning without any clear cause. He couldn't even blame the alcohol that he hadn't drunk yet. It was as though Anderson’s presence itself was an intoxicant.

Connor could feel Anderson watching him but he kept his eyes pointedly pinned on the glass. If he was lucky, Anderson might not have even noticed his strange reactions.

Anderson was still looking at him. Connor wasn't sure if it was from the sound or the fact that Anderson had asked a question. Perhaps it was even the fact that Anderson had downed his drink and felt Connor should do the same. Connor would gladly take the distraction of the beverage over addressing his longing keen.

Connor cleared his throat again and addressed the question while he gave the liquor a little sniff. It wasn't a great smell.

“I'm... Trying to get out more. Meet people. Be sociable.” Connor took the plunge and downed the glass. It burned his delicate oral sensors and he almost spat it back out but he didn't. The flavor was as unpleasant if not more than its smell, to say the least. Humans truly possessed confusing masochistic tendencies.

“Bit of a hermit, then? I feel that.” Anderson chuckled warmly. Connor couldn't tell if the amusement was from his words or the comical way the android scrunched up his nose at the so-called “beverage” he had just choked down. Anderson continued after a moment, “If you don't normally socialize, what do you normally do?”

“Forensic analysis.” Connor’s easy answer wasn't the full truth but it was as close as he could get for now. Anderson was giving him a strange look so he continued to try to make the answer less suspicious. “Technically. I'm still in school and nobody trusts me to do it right yet but I'll be doing it without a babysitter as soon as they realize my superior capabilities. It won't take long.”

“You’ll get there, kid.” Anderson said with all the wisdom of age. Connor was pleased by the suspicion easing but he internally cringed at the nickname that came with it. Connor feared this fond nickname was a sign that Anderson found him too young to be sexually appealing. Viewing him as a child would ruin this. Before Connor could decide what to say to reverse this, Anderson looked back at him. “Want another?”

Connor mutely nodded and found he couldn't easily break their eye contact. Anderson’s eyes were captivating. Connor’s gaze was only broken as he was served another glass of poison. He drank it again like he had before, in one go. It was slightly less terrible than before but still not nice. He wondered why humans loved this so much. His only reward was the approving little nod Anderson gave him. The human seemed impressed by his ability to handle the mild poison.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes as Anderson watched the television and Connor studied the human’s side profile. He was still searching for a way to make it obvious he wasn't a child and had come here to flirt without making Anderson uncomfortable or wary. The complexities of human interaction were frustrating but he would never admit to being frustrated.

Connor would prefer to be upfront. With androids, they merely transferred their desires telepathically. However, androids didn't feel this desire for companionship and would not seek out sexual contact without being ordered. Anderson was far from an android and significantly more frustrating to figure out.

As Connor sat there, finishing his third shot, a strange new sensation overtook his body like a wave. First, his ventilation systems kicked on higher to keep him cool despite the comfortable temperature in the bar not changing since he sat down. The fans were quiet enough that they couldn't be heard on the outside of his body but it was odd. His internal body temperature was fluctuating but stayed higher than usual.

Next, Connor’s vision got this foggy effect at the edges, like a vignette had been placed over his world. When Connor turned his head to look around, there was a blurry lag.

Lastly, his body felt oddly tingly. It wasn't unpleasant, just odd. It made him feel jittery and warmed his face. He felt lighter somehow, like the weight Cyberlife had placed on him was just gone.

“Hey Jimmy, just leave the bottle.” Anderson’s voice cut through the fog and dragged Connor’s attention back to his drinking mate. Anderson was completely unaware of Connor’s bodily changes and continued their conversation as though the android wasn't experiencing issues. “So, you got a name?”

“Yes, I do.” Connor stated factually.

Anderson raised a brow but Connor had looked back down and thus missed it. “That's good. Do I get to know your name?”

Connor looked back up from his hands, he had just noticed the delightful texture of the countertop, and watched as Hank poured him another glass of poison. The liquid was quite fascinating as it sloshed softly over the rim. Connor greedily took the drink again and found he quite liked the burn time. He figured it was alright to indulge since this was for the investigation after all.

“Oh, right, yes. My name is Connor.” He mumbled when he realized what Anderson wanted from this line of questioning. He found it a bit harder to speak without slurring his words. He forgot to pick a fake name but Anderson didn't seem to remember the name he gave earlier.

“Got it. You can just call me Hank.” Connor was glad Anderson, now Hank in his system records, had given him his name. Connor forgot that he wasn't supposed to know Hank’s name yet. They shared a warm smile. Connor felt his smile was more comfortable this time.

They toasted to their meeting and shared another ill-advised shot.

Were he still in his right mind, Connor would have stopped drinking the moment he realized that alcohol could affect androids. It was dangerous to gamble with the effects of a foreign substance without a technician nearby to repair him if something went wrong. At best, Connor might reveal who he was in his altered state and make all this effort for nothing. At worst, the alcohol might fry one of his systems and render him non-operational.

Connor wasn’t calculating the risks. He wasn't calculating much of anything anymore. By this point, Connor could no longer connect to Cybernet or contact Cyberlife. His predictive software was down and he couldn't access his mission folder or any of his stored data. Every unnecessary system that wasn’t dedicated to keeping him functioning was offline. He had the mental capabilities of an intelligent human.

For the first time since being activated, Connor had no idea what was going to happen next. Normally, he actively predicted what other people were going to say and their most likely action before they did it. This wasn't always accurate as some humans have abnormal body language or communication patterns but Connor still had a high rate of success. Connor couldn't do that right now. Everything Hank said came as a surprise and he actually had to listen to know what the conversation was about since he couldn't look back at the chat log.

Connor was unusually calm and relaxed, especially for somebody whose brain was malfunctioning. He was completely disconnected from everything except this moment with Hank. It felt amazing to be entirely alone in his head. He wasn't being watched by Amanda or anybody else. He was free to say or do whatever he wanted.

Stress level 22%: Optimal

That was a record low. Connor’s stress level typically ran higher than most androids but right now his only concern was getting another shot and flirting with Hank. He couldn't actually remember why he was supposed to be flirting with Hank but boy was he going to be the best flirt Hank had ever seen.

For the first time, Connor really looked at Hank. He was usually caught up in scanning people but now he was just looking. Hank’s hair looked soft and tussled, his beard looked like a lovely sensation for Connor’s fingers, and those eyes were sharp and intelligent. Connor felt like he could stare into those blue eyes forever.

Hank is handsome.

“You are handsome.” Connor blurted out his thoughts by accident. He looked a bit confused after, as he hadn't meant to say that out loud but it somehow managed to slip from his lips without his permission. The accidental compliment got a laugh out of Hank.

“And you're a lightweight.” Hank teased. His smile was soft but his dismissive words frustrated Connor. He meant what he said even if he hadn’t meant to say it. Connor scrunched his brows and sent Hank a look that must have been comical in some way, judging by the man’s chuckle.

“My alcohol intake does not make my previous observation untrue. Alcohol diminishes inhibitions and increases the likelihood of individuals saying or doing something we didn't intend to but secretly desired to do, such as my compliment.

“However, alcohol alone does not create feelings or desires in us that would not have occurred naturally. I already found you attractive prior to consumption thus my compliment is consistent with my sober desires and should not be dismissed.”

Hank still looked unimpressed by his speech. “Do you always use such big words or do you just turn into a walking thesaurus when you're sloshed?”

“My vocabulary is expertly developed at all times, thank you very much.” Connor poked Hank’s chest. “By the way, that's how you accept a compliment. A simple thank you.”

“Uh-huh. Good to know, genius.” Connor could not currently pick up on the fact that he was being teased and took the new nickname as praise. “Maybe you should slow down on the drinking. Don't want to do anything dumb.”

“I do not wish to slow down. And as far as doing anything I didn't intend to, I’m not concerned. I actually sat here specifically to flirt with you so I know it's not a drunken reaction.” Hank looked shocked at this revelation and Connor could only cover his mouth in shame. He hadn't meant to say that bit either. His mind and lips seemed to disagree on how much to reveal. “Uh, sorry…”

After a moment of awkward silence for the human to mentally adjust, Hank shook his head. “Don't be. It's a hell of a compliment, especially coming from you. You're gorgeous.”

Warning: Thirium Pump Error.

Connor wiggled a bit in his chair as his thirium pump threw him an error message he had never seen before. He couldn't connect to Cyberlife to find the problem but he wasn't concerned right now. It felt like it pumped faster for unknown reasons. Connor wasn't sure if that was Hank or the alcohol poisoning but it felt good. Exciting.

Hank gestured at the bottle in a silent offering as he seemed to give up on convincing Connor to slow down. Connor nodded rapidly and slid his glass closer to Hank. He was loving this stress-free feeling. He would chase it as long as he could.

The next hour went like this. The basketball game was long forgotten, Connor’s winning prediction was correct, and the bar slowly emptied around them. They were oblivious. They talked about everything from animals to forensics, and many other things. They laughed and flirted and snuck little touches that lit Connor’s circuits ablaze. 

Connor now had his knee pressed against Hank’s under the countertop. Neither of them addressed the steady touch but they didn't pull away either.

Connor’s favorite conversation was about animals they had interacted with. Hank liked dogs and told him about his childhood dog. He was a golden retriever appropriately named Tank because he liked to ram into people’s legs. Hearing Hank talk fondly about childhood was nice but left Connor with a feeling of longing. He didn't have a childhood to tell Hank about.

Connor in turn told him about the fish he saved during the Daniel case. It was a secret he had never told a soul. He also told Hank how much he wanted to keep the little fish. Hank encouraged him to get a fish tank and for the moment, Connor forgot that Cyberlife would never allow him such a human thing. Connor forgot he was an android or that it even mattered.

Conversation with Hank was easy. They flowed from one subject to the next so easily that Connor couldn't track how they even got there. Not that it mattered much, they were happy with every rambling subject and little debate.

Connor found that he liked to make little quips. Humor had never meant much to him until now. It was mostly sarcasm and witty comments but Hank laughed every time. Each time Hank laughed at something Connor said he felt alive.

Even the most scathing comments drew a laugh. Especially when they were pointed at humanity as a whole or humans neither of them liked. Hank found Connor’s sharp humor endearing. Connor was pleased when he was dubbed a “snarky brat” even if he didn't really know what that meant right now. Hank liked it and this felt honest to himself, so that was good enough for him.

Connor was reasonably sure he was going to short-circuit when Hank touched his arm. It wasn't a fleeting touch like most of the others. It couldn't possibly be an accident either. Hank gently caressed the soft skin exposed at Connor’s wrist like it was something divine. Something to be cherished. Connor wanted to be treasured by him. Connor wanted to treasure Hank in return.

The touch was burning like a delicious flame that threatened to burn Connor to his core. He could tell Hank wanted him by the look in his eyes. The dilation of the human’s pupils. Connor wondered if he looked as ravenous as Hank because he wanted that man more than anything he had ever felt.

Their latest topic rapidly turned into a heated disagreement about the differences between using handcuffs versus zip ties during an arrest. Their opposing options were strongly held and loudly expressed. Their shouting echoed off the walls of the nearly empty bar but that didn't quiet them at all. The fact that they were arguing didn't cause them to break contact either. In fact, they drew closer.

Connor could feel Hank’s breath on his face. He could smell the whiskey on his breath. Connor wanted to win this dispute but more than that, he just wanted to taste the liquor on Hank’s tongue. The cocktail of Black Lamb and Hank sounded far better than the drink alone. It took all of his strength to focus on the debate.

“Handcuffs, especially reinforced ones, will always be the superior option. With ample amounts of force, or a metal string used to saw away at the plastic, one can easily break a zip tie.” Connor argued.

“Yeah, sure, but handcuffs can be picked. I learned how to do it as a teenager as a cheap trick. Zip ties are made of plastic and if you put the suspect’s hands behind their back it would be much harder to cut through them.” Hank hissed heatedly. “Besides, if I have multiple offenders to catch, I need to carry a bunch of handcuffs on me. That's bulky as shit. No officer in their right mind carries more than two. One pack of zip ties can catch a bunch of them.”

Connor huffed. Hank had good points but he would not give in so easily. “I can't disregard your points, however, zip ties are harder to use in the field. If you zip too loose, the suspect may slip out. However, if you close them too tight, you can't loosen them without cutting the tie and giving your suspect time to get free.

“In addition, you might end up restricting blood flow to the fingers. Should that be prolonged it could cause unnecessary damage to the tissues, which could count as police brutality.

“Handcuffs can be adjusted at will. You can even let one hand free to attach them to something more permanent, then chase another suspect. Plus, handcuffs can be easily snapped in place even on a struggling suspect. It takes fine motor skills to put a zip tie on during a struggle.”

Hank shook his head. He was getting frustrated. Connor wanted to kiss that snarl off his lips. He wanted to bite him too.

“Yeah, okay, sure. I guess. But once the officer learns—”

“Closing time.” Jimmy cut into their conversation and threw them both off their rhythm. The man briefly looked at Connor before choosing to address Hank. “Sorry, Hank. You gotta go.”

Connor looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was nearly four in the morning. The bar should have shut down an hour ago if his fuzzy memory of their operating hours was correct.

“Yeah, yeah, I got you.” Hank slid out of his seat and wobbled as he did so. “Thanks, Jimmy. Just put that on my tab.”

The bartender nodded silently but Connor felt a bit guilty. They were disruptive and likely chased off the other patrons and yet Jimmy had let them stay after hours.

“Thank you. Sorry we were loud.” Connor blurted out with a slur to his speech. Jimmy gave a little shrug but still looked at Connor with an odd look. Connor had never stopped to wonder if the mostly sober bartender would remember him as an android. But now, as they made prolonged eye contact, that was all he could think about.

Jimmy broke this stare with a little shrug. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a bar. It gets loud every night. You just have to accept it when you own one. Besides, it was at least an entertaining conversation rather than two drunk dudes trying to kick up a fight.

“I've also never gotten to see Hank laugh so much. You two can come pick your weird fights here any night.” Jimmy sent them a little smile that Hank returned.

Not wanting to upset the man that possibly knew his secret, Connor just mutely nodded. Connor stood to follow Hank but as soon as he was upright, he was decidedly not standing anymore. Luckily, Hank caught him before he could acquaint himself with the floor. The floor looked dirty.

“Woah, you good?” Hank asked, voice too close to his ear. The husky, low tone made Connor shudder with a lightning shock of desire. Connor simply nodded as he got his feet back under him. His legs worked better this time but he kept leaning against Hank anyway.

“My foot got caught on the chair.” Connor gave his best guess at why he fell. He couldn't find any other reason for the sudden fall but he didn't have it in him to be embarrassed about it right now. Hank’s chest was warm.

“Mmm-hmm. Sure.” Hank didn't seem to believe him at all. “You got a place to go? I can drop you off.”

Hank kept an arm around Connor’s lower back as they walked out the door. Connor liked the feeling of being touched so much. He had no idea that Hank was doing it to keep him upright. Connor didn't even notice the sudden temperature change outside the bar very much.

“Sort of? I'm new in town.” Connor scrunched his nose as he thought about going back to the Cyberlife facility. It was cold and unpleasant there. Connor wasn't sure when he started holding this opinion about the location but he now hated that place. This sentiment was new to him but he didn't care to think about it too hard. All that mattered was that he remembered Cyberlife was cold and Hank was warm.

Hank hesitated a moment. The human was far more intoxicated than Connor but he seemed to be taking it much better. Functioning better. “Wanna come with me? I got a couch.”

Warning: Involuntary Body Temperature Rise. Run Diagnostic?

Answer? y/n?

>n

Connor felt his pump speed up and heat flowed through his body like lava. He knew he needed to get Hank out of the bar and to somewhere but he couldn't remember where. This seemed like the right place. He was doing well.

“Yes.” Connor put his hands on Hank’s chest and leaned in a bit too close. He enjoyed the warmth and the soft give. Hank felt so human. Connor envied his little imperfections. Everything that made Hank special.

“You're very handsome.” Connor mumbled as his hand traveled up to finally touch that beard. It was just as delightful a texture on his sensitive fingers as Connor had hoped.

“You mighta told me that already.” Hank greatly caught his wrist and rubbed his thumb against the underside of Connor’s wrist. Hank couldn't have known, given that Connor didn't, but even the simple touch to the port on his wrist sent pleasurable tingles through the poor android who was having a hard enough time standing as is. Connor loved the feeling.

“I meant it earlier and I mean it now.” Connor said, furrowing his brows. Hank seemed to be taking it as a joke but he was very serious.

“Don't look so serious.” Hank poked his forehead. “I just don't get what you see. You're just about the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen. Never in a million years did I think I'd catch you looking at me with those big doe eyes of yours.”

Connor felt his body temperature rise again. The cold of the air outside the bar did nothing to cool him. His vanity was such an easy thing to stoke and Hank had done just that. All logic flew out the window and Connor threw himself at Hank. Hank only had enough time to catch Connor’s body weight and keep them from hitting the sidewalk.

Their lips smashed together unpleasantly at first due to Connor’s drunken clumsiness and lack of experience but that didn't last long. Hank took the lead and left Connor somehow more dizzy than before. Hank knew how to kiss very well. If Connor needed to breathe, Hank would have taken his breath away.

Warm hands traveled everywhere as they explored the new terrain of each other’s bodies like excited teenagers. Connor’s back hit the passenger side door of a car as Hank forced his way between those thighs. Connor never wanted him out.

Hank settled on holding Connor’s hip, and a fistful of ass, while Connor finally fulfilled his desire to get a fistful of that silver hair. Connor wasn't sure if it could get any better than this.

A sudden surge of pleasure proved him wrong as Hank rolled their hips together. Connor’s phallus was retracted but the pressure on his pelvic area still gave a lovely feeling. It also let him feel Hank’s half-hard cock against him which was a nice bonus.

Hank broke the kiss to pant and growl his breathy words against the poor shivering android. “Get. In. The. Car.” Connor nodded rapidly and climbed into the car the moment it was unlocked. Hank soon followed and threw it in drive. The tires squealed as they sped away from the curb. They were both frantic to get home by this point.

Now that Connor could focus on something other than Hank, he tried to think. This task was considerably harder than he remembered from a few hours ago. He knew only a few things for certain and the rest of the world was a hazy mess.

One, he had achieved his mission to get Hank out of the bar. Two, androids are affected by alcohol. This possibly had something to do with the process of diluting blood or the alcohol interacting poorly with systems. And finally, he was going to have sex with Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

That last one wasn't a question. He was certain of this. They both wanted each other too much to stop now. His body was still tingling from where Hank had touched and he needed more. He wanted to become one entity. He wanted to touch, feel… taste.

Connor suddenly leaned over and licked up the side of Hank’s neck. He tasted salty and a bit like soap but Connor loved it so he kept going. The position was uncomfortable but he didn't care as long as Hank was his. Connor was rapidly sucking a hickey into Hank’s pale flesh. Connor wanted to mark him.

“Hey! Woah! You tryin’ to get us killed!?” Hank grouches as he swerved a bit from loss of focus. Connor might have also bumped his arm but he would claim innocence.

“No.” Connor mumbled as he refused to get off the human. Hank eventually had to push him back into his seat with a firm hand on the needy android’s chest.

“Well, save that shit for the house if you want to survive that long. And put your damn seatbelt on.” Hank chastised. Connor pouted as he obediently did as told but the hypocrisy did not escape him.

“You are also not wearing your seatbelt.” Connor’s voice came out more petulant than he intended.

“Yeah, well, as the driver I’m allowed to die if I'm too stupid. That's on me. You launching through the windshield isn't going to be on my conscience.” Hank said firmly. Connor couldn't help but wonder why this was so important to him. Connor didn't ask. “Besides, I'm pretty sure the seat belt might be the only thing keeping you over there, you little fiend.”

Connor sulked and crossed his arms childishly. This silence didn't last very long as some situational awareness finally caught up to him. Connor finally had a bit of computing power back, enough to realize the danger they had put themselves in. Hank was following the rules of the road but this was very risky.

“You're very drunk. Are you even safe to be driving right now?” Connor already knew the answer to that question. Hank’s blood alcohol level was far above the safe limit. Surprisingly, Connor found that Hank was keeping well between the lines and only going ten over the speed limit. Connor wasn't sure he would be doing nearly as well if he were driving.

“I'm good. I do this all the time.” Hank shrugged. Connor found that a bit concerning. He was technically admitting to a repeated crime. “Just stop being so damn sexy til we’re home. You're more dangerous than the booze.”

“Deal.” Connor felt a laugh bubble out of his chest of its own volition. Before tonight, he hadn't even been aware he could laugh on purpose let alone by accident. Tonight had proven he could. It felt nice. He wanted to laugh more. He wanted to laugh more with Hank.

The ten-minute drive went by in a blur of lights. His mind was blank as the city rushed past in a beautiful scene. Connor had never gone this long without thinking about work. He wasn't really thinking about much of anything. He felt a strange sense of freedom. Hank led him to the front steps of his little house. It wasn't much to look at.

“Alright, I've got a dog so don't freak out. He’s kind of big but a total mush. He's just gonna lick you.” Hank explained and waited for a nod from Connor before he opened the door.

A furry mass collided with Connor the moment he came in. Normally, the RK800 would have kept his balance just fine but his systems weren't responding. Sumo knocked him to the ground and proceeded to lick him in his vulnerable state.

Connor was defenseless to stop the muffled giggles from falling from his lips. He busied himself with loving on what felt more like a bear than a dog and desperately trying to keep Sumo from licking his face. It wasn't working well.

I like dogs.

The mental proclamation felt good. He liked fish and dogs and he really liked Hank. It felt good to have opinions about things. Cyberlife couldn't keep him from this.

“And here I thought I was your favorite.” Hank said in an amused tone as he watched Connor lay on the floor with his dog. Connor hummed in thought.

“Not anymore. You are a close second, at least.” Connor enjoyed Hank’s laugh. It was warm. Connor never thought of himself as funny before tonight but Hank clearly thought he was. Connor would try everything to get that charming laugh.

Hank offered him help off the floor and Connor was soon back in the man’s warm embrace. Hank chuckled as Connor returned to licking and sucking on his neck the moment he got the opportunity.

“That didn't take long.” Hank didn't try to stop him this time and instead stroked down his spine. “You know, you could just go to sleep. You don't have to do this. We could stop here.”

Connor hummed. “While I appreciate your statement, I want to. I've never wanted anything this much.” Connor spoke honestly. In his very short life, he had never desired anything except his mission. This was new. This was entirely his choice and that was exhilarating.

“Damn. You certainly know how to fluff a man’s ego.” Hank sounded like he didn't believe him but Connor was happy to ignore that. Hank didn't have to believe him for it to be true. Hank whispered into his neck, “I want you just as much.”

Hank suddenly adjusted their position and had Connor pressed against the wall in a similar position as the car door earlier. Connor loved the contrast between the cold wall and the heat that was building up between them. Hank was hot in many ways.

They pawed at each other blindly in an attempt to explore every inch of each other. They were both more than a bit drunk and that affected their coordination. Neither of them thought to mind. Connor loved every awkward bump and muffled laugh. He felt safe to be clumsy around Hank. He didn't have to be perfect and would never ask that of Hank.

Connor bit his lip to suppress his moan when Hank pushed his leg between Connor’s to give him something to grind against. Connor’s phallus was still retracted but the friction still sparked an unexpected pleasure. Connor happily ground his hips against the offered leg.

“Good boy.” Hank praised as Connor began to grind desperately. The praise sent a shiver down Connor’s body that rested between his legs. Connor craved praise. It activated the programming that rewarded him for successfully completing a mission. It felt so damn good that he let out a soft whine.

“Oh? You like that?” Hank questioned with a knowing smile. Connor let out a quiet whimper and a little nod. Hank kissed the side of his neck and whispered against his ear, “You’re such a good boy, baby. You just keep telling me what you need.”

Connor groaned and dug his manicured nails into Hank’s back. The man’s words hit him with waves of pleasure that begged for more. He needed more than words and a well-placed leg.

Connor let out a frustrated grunt. This wasn't enough. This wasn't nearly enough. He had no idea how to ask for it but he knew he needed— “More. Please, Hank. More.”

“Coming right up, baby boy. Let's drop a few layers.” With a sudden motion, Hank pulled Connor’s hoodie off. Connor felt the cold air against him but he didn't mind. Hank’s hands were warming him back up. Connor started unbuttoning Hank’s shirt but a sudden energy shift made him pause after only one.

“Woah…” Hank’s voice sounded strange. All of the man’s motions had paused and it took a moment for Connor to realize he was distracted. Connor found Hank staring at the side of his head with wide eyes. Hank had completely stopped everything in favor of staring.

“What's wrong?” Connor asked after feeling around and finding nothing amiss other than the fact that his beanie had come off with his hoodie. Perhaps he had terrible hat hair? Connor quickly adjusted his hair in case.

After a moment, Hank found the words to express the issue. He carefully gestured at the right side of Connor’s head.

“Uh, I didn't realize you were an… An android.” Hank said awkwardly as he continued to stare at the LED that had betrayed Connor. Connor felt a panic rise as he was sure there was a reason he needed to hide that from Hank but for the life of him, he couldn't remember the reason.

“Is that a bad thing…?” Connor asked in a little voice that was filled with doubt and fear. He wasn't sure he would recover if Hank turned him away now. Connor had never been this scared before.

Hank seemed to debate mentally for a moment before he met Connor’s gaze again. The silence felt awful. The hesitation faded away into an awkward smile. Hank shook his head. Whatever battle he was fighting was over. “No. You're alright. It's just unexpected.”

Relief rushed through Connor like cold water in the desert. He had been accepted despite Hank’s earlier reservations. Connor wasn't sure what had changed his mind, the alcohol or their great conversation, but it didn't matter.

Connor connected their lips again. This kiss was different from the others. There was a softness that came from trust and understanding. Connor wanted Hank to see all of him. The good and the bad. He wanted to be loved despite, and maybe even because, of it all.

Their kiss soon set ablaze with passion yet again. Connor stripped Hank of his shirt and belt while Hank peppered Connor’s exposed neck with kisses. Hank seemed to be seeking out his freckles and moles to deliver a kiss to each. His beard tickled and Connor loved it.

With no warning, Hank suddenly spun Connor to face the wall. Connor was confused but soon felt his pants get yanked down to the floor. He flushed as the cold air hit his ass but that was soon relaxed with the warm feeling of Hank’s hands cupping his cheeks.

“Damn.” Hank grumbled as he squished the plump rear. Connor was surprised how much give it had given that he wasn't designed as a sexual companion but he supposed it made sense when coupled with the knowledge he had a penis. They had clearly equipped him for the possibility of sex even if that wasn't his intended purpose.

“Step out of those but stay there. I need to grab something for lube. Gimme a sec.” Hank ordered before stepping back. Connor missed the touch but did as told and stepped out of his dropped pants. Connor kicked the article of clothes away and placed his hands back against the wall for stability.

“That's unnecessary.” Connor looked back at him and spotted Hank’s uncertainty. He stopped walking but clearly didn't believe Connor’s words.

“I don't want to hurt you.” Hank said firmly. It drew a crack of a smile from Connor. It was very sweet. Hank’s concern for his well-being was touching, even if it was wholly unnecessary.

“You won't. Not only is my model self-lubricating but I also don't possess the ability to feel pain there. You cannot hurt me.” Connor said softly. Hank seemed skeptical but returned to pressing against Connor. Connor found he liked being pressed against this wall if Hank was behind him.

“Is that so?” Hank mumbled and as if to test Connor’s words, he slipped his fingers between the android’s cheeks. He slowly rubbed a finger around the rim of his asshole. The sensation was very nice and Connor could already feel how wet he had become from their earlier actions. Hank hummed as well.

Connor’s eyes shot wide as he felt the finger slip inside of him. It was an odd feeling but not unpleasant. Pleasurable, even. Connor couldn't help the wiggle of his hips as Hank probed his insides. Connor wasn't sure what he was searching for but he would wait patiently. Maybe.

Hank pushed him further against the wall as he began to nip at Connor’s shoulder and the back of his neck. Connor was so focused on the new feeling of being nibbled he was completely shocked when Hank pressed his finger against his prostate.

The feeling was overwhelming. Whoever built him had built him to be easily pleasured. Perhaps too easily. This was a lot of stimulus.

“H— ank!” Connor squeaked as he pressed his forehead against the wall. Hank chuckled lowly behind him and plunged a second finger into him mercilessly. Now, with two fingers rubbing that spot, there was no escaping that jolt of pleasure.

“Found you.” Hank whispered huskily into his neck. It made Connor shudder. “Never played with this before, have you?”

Connor whined. He wasn't sure how he was meant to communicate properly with Hank's knuckles deep in him but he tried. “N-no. I wasn't— ah! Um… Built for— Haaank! Built for sex…”

“Really? Sure seems like something you're good at.” Hank said as he slipped a third finger into him. There was an unmistakable amusement in that voice. Connor was sure Hank was getting off to watching him squirm.

And squirm he did.

Now that Hank had found his target, he didn't leave it alone long. Each stretching movement of those fingers was coupled with a hard press of that spot. Connor wasn't allowed a single moment of respite and it was driving him mad.

“Hannnnk…” Connor whined again. He wasn't sure what exactly he was whining for but Hank hummed as though he did.

“I hear you, pretty boy. Come for me.” Connor shuddered at the term of endearment. Vanity had become a big part of him and hearing it stoked so often was exhilarating. He was a pretty boy. More than that, he was Hank’s pretty boy.

Hank intensified his actions, curling his fingers in a way that perfectly hit that bundle of nerves and didn't let up. Hank jiggled his hand in an unyielding torture that Connor was sure would force a reboot as his vision darkened.

Connor’s ventilation system kicked into the highest gear in a desperate attempt to combat the rising heat. Connor felt like he was going to fall apart. Something was coming but he didn't know what. All he could do was wait in agonizing anticipation and beg Hank for help.

Connor’s climax hit him hard. He came with a loud cry that was followed by a whimper soon after. He didn't reboot but he felt like he had. His vision burst into lights and colors and he felt no physical stimulus besides pleasure for a solid thirty seconds as he came down.

Maybe he was built for this?

“Damn,” Hank whispered into his shoulder. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Hank sounded awestruck. The compliment caused a heat to rush to Connor’s skin as he flushed. He agreed, but hearing such an honest compliment was a lot. He had never been told he was beautiful before Hank.

Hank gently tugged his shoulder to turn Connor back to face him and they were kissing again. Connor liked to think the pleased sounds Hank was making were a testament to how good he had gotten at kissing.

“Legs up.” Hank whispered as he broke the kiss, then tapped Connor’s legs to get him to wrap them around the human’s waist. Connor did as told and soon found himself lifted into Hank’s hold. He liked it here. He wanted to stay in Hank’s arms forever.

Hank carefully carried him to the bedroom and closed the door with his foot before Sumo could give chase. The hound had been very curious about Connor’s squeaking sounds. Connor resembled one of his squeaky toys, but Hank wasn't in the mood to be watched any longer.

Hank’s bedroom was plain. The bed was small and boring but the closet looked fun. Hank had an interesting sense of fashion it seemed. Connor’s eyes shifted over the brightly colored clothing.

Connor found himself wondering what kind of man Hank was when he wasn't working or drinking. Connor wanted to see him casual.

“Losing focus, pretty boy?” Hank teased when he noticed the android’s pinned gaze. He was right. Connor’s mind tended to wander when not in use. Even when he was working, he could easily split his focus and do many things simultaneously.

Now was not the time for that.

“Sorry. Habit.” Connor flashed him a sheepish look. Hank deserved his full attention.

“Don't worry, I'll keep you focused.” Hank deposited Connor on the bed with a soft grunt. Connor wasn't very heavy when compared to a human of his size but it was still substantial. Hank was quite strong.

Hank furrowed his brows when he pulled back to look down at the android. He gestured towards Connor’s pelvic mound. This was a testament to how drunk Hank was, that this was the first time he had seen it. “Uh, Connor, did they build you without a dick?”

Connor propped himself up on his elbows to look where Hank was staring. Between the android’s legs was a nice, flat expanse where a penis should be. Connor felt hot with a new and very unwanted feeling. Embarrassment. It was unpleasant and prickly.

“No. I have one.” Connor defended weakly. Connor hadn't explored this area in the few months he had been alive. His mission hadn't called for it. He had no idea how to activate his penis but his biometrics said he had one. Due to the drinking, Connor’s attempts to find his answer through Cyberlife failed.

“Alright… Is that piece a build-it-yourself kinda thing?” Hank said, still staring. Connor awkwardly closed his legs to block the view. Hank finally looked him in the eyes.

“No, I have it and it is equipped, it's just… Retractable.”

“Ah, got it. Can you un-retract it, then? It's kinda part of the process.” Hank gestured at his own cock awkwardly. Connor was sure they were both uncomfortable about now.

“Maybe?” Connor said quietly. Hank looked confused, so Connor continued his explanation. “I don't know how. I'm not a companion model so they didn't tell me. I expect they would tell me if I had a mission that required it but I don't. Or… didn't. I didn't expect to need it and the alcohol is affecting my ability to contact Cyberlife.”

“Don't contact Cyberlife. We can figure this out.” Hank said reassuringly. He slowly stroked Connor’s knee. “Open up.”

Connor was reluctant to open his thighs but he had trusted Hank this far, so he did. Hank immediately set to touching and stroking his pubic mound in search of a way to open it. It took a few moments but it felt nice so Connor didn't complain.

Hank knelt down to be nestled between those thighs. A hum was the only warning that Hank gave before his warm tongue was pressed against the android. Hank had found the opening slit and was now trying to tease it open.

Connor whined softly as Hank licked and poked. It felt nice and weird. “Why are your fluids sparkly? It tastes sweet too.” Hank paused to ask.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. Please focus.” Connor complained. Hank stroked over his rear and held up some of the lubrication fluid Connor had produced. It was, indeed, very sparkly and slightly blue. Connor hummed. “I'm not sure. It seems illogical.”

“Got it. Kamski is just a pervert.” Hank suddenly plunged a few fingers back into Connor’s rear port. It was so sudden that it became disorienting. Hank wasted no time finding that bundle of nerves again and pressing it like a doorbell.

“H-aaaaaaankk!” Connor cried as his back arched up off the bed. Between the fingers and the tongue teasing at him this was a bit much to handle so suddenly. Hank was a bit much.

Suddenly, a movement in his body caused a weird shudder. Hank had won. The protective panels moved aside and allowed his cock to slip out. It was sparkly with more of the lubricant and tinged blue at the head. Connor couldn't help but stare.

“Hell yeah!” Hank yelled, drawing Connor’s focus. He looked so triumphant and excited. Connor found him adorable. “Told you I'd figure it out!”

Connor couldn't help his smile. Hank had wild eyes and sparkles in his beard. Connor wanted to kiss that stupid grin.

“Hank.” Connor’s voice was quiet but Hank’s attention was on him in a second.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.” The statement was simple but it somehow seemed to shock the human. Connor was pretty sure this was the reason they were here but he added more softly, “Please.”

The soft plea was rewarded with a rapid nod and another press of those fingers. Hank’s hands were occupied as his spare hand began to stroke Connor’s cock from base to tip. Connor just writhed about, unable to reach Hank.

After a few moments of torturing him, Hank’s hands slowed. “You sure about this?”

Connor whined, growing desperate for release. “Yes! Please...”

Hank wasted no more time. He pulled his fingers from Connor and instead slowly pushed his cock in. The difference in thickness was enough to make Connor shudder.

“Tell me if you need to stop.” Hank mumbled. Connor wanted to remind him about his lack of pain receptors but that statement was forgotten when Hank started to move his hips.

He pulled out a bit first before slamming back in with considerable force. It only took three of these persistent thrusts for him to be fully seated within Connor. Connor thought he might just deactivate right here, but Hank had other plans.

With little warning, the human returned to stroking Connor’s cock as he thrust into Connor at a steady rate. That cock never failed to hit Connor’s prostate and that hand was unforgiving in its firm strokes.

Connor decided he was, in fact, built for this.

Lewd cries left Connor’s lips and filled the room with its musical quality but as he got closer, static invaded his voice. Connor’s voice box wasn't built for this and was breaking down. Connor wanted to quiet himself but he wasn't able. Each thrust knocked a squeak from his lips.

“God, you're such a screamer.” Hank mumbled as he rolled his hips in a way that was driving Connor mad. “Keep going, baby.”

Hank didn't even have to ask. There was no way Connor was going to stop as long as Hank continued to piston into him at this growing rate. Hank was going to make him a mute.

Time felt like it stopped as Connor was pushed over the edge. His vision blurred and his voice went out as the pleasure overtook every sense. Hank was everywhere and everything and he might just melt away.

Even as Connor came back down from his climax, Hank kept moving. Connor became more over-sensitive as the pleasure became too much but his voice wouldn't cooperate to ask for a break. It was an exquisite pleasure torture.

Tears gathered at the corners of Connor’s eyes as his vision was clouded by warning messages. He was mere minutes from shutting down at this rate but it all felt so good. He wanted to scream but found that he couldn't.

Luckily, Hank didn't torture him for too much longer. A few more erratic thrusts and Hank finished. Connor shuddered as a warm rush of fluids invaded his innards. He found he liked the feeling of being filled by Hank.

After a moment of panting to catch his breath, Hank pulled out. Hank placed a tender kiss on Connor’s thigh before climbing up into the bed beside him. They were both too tired to clean up so they just ignored the mess. It would be a problem for sober them.

Hank pulled Connor against his chest and let the android bury his face into his collarbone. Connor loved the combination of sweat, whiskey, and soap that permeated Hank. It was a smell Connor was happy to smell forever.

Hank set to rubbing soft circles into his lower back on top of the port. Connor considered mentioning his ports as a sensitive zone but that would be a conversation for tomorrow. Perhaps they would be utilized in round two. The idea brought a playful smile to Connor’s lips.

“You okay?” Hank asked with a sleepy drawl. The exercise and alcohol were finally catching up now that lust was taking a backseat. Hank had earned a good night’s rest.

Connor nodded with a gentle smile. Hank’s brows furrowed as he adjusted to look down at Connor. He clearly wasn't accepting Connor’s silence as a good enough answer and as touching as that was, Connor couldn't give him any other.

“You're quiet.” Hank studied him with a scrutinizing squint. He was looking for any hint that something was wrong. “You’ve been talking and moaning my ear off all night. This is the most quiet I've ever known you. What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Connor shook his head. The concern really was sweet but unwarranted. Connor gently tapped his throat and opened his mouth to make no sound. Hank’s eyes widened as he realized what Connor was trying to convey. With the look he gave, Hank clearly thought it was a bigger issue than it was.

“You blew your voice!?” He sat up a little. Connor wanted to complain about the loss of snuggles but he couldn't. The android attempted to pull him back down but Hank was stubborn. “Does it hurt? Do we need to get you repaired?”

Connor shook his head again. He mouthed the word “reboot” in an attempt to tell him that his voice box would likely be fine after a reboot. His systems had a protective feature that typically shut them off before any real damage could be done. Hank seemed to realize what he meant as he looked instantly relieved.

Their snuggle was reinstated once Hank accepted that he was fine. Connor was happily nestling into Hank’s broad chest when Hank’s chuckle snapped Connor back. He seemed very amused at something but Connor wasn't sure what. He decided to poke him to get the answer. A couple of insistent pokes were all it took to get the man talking again.

“I guess I finally figured out how to shut you up.” Hank’s grin made Connor want to punch him. Or kiss him. He settled on hitting the man’s chest and kissing his stupid face. Hank was happy to kiss him back.

Their kiss ended and they simply laid together, looking into each other's eyes. They were both tired but unwilling to let this moment end so soon. They both fought their exhaustion and the lingering effects of the alcohol in order to draw out this lovely moment.

Voice Modulator Malfunction: Attempting Reboot: Standby. . . 

Rebooting Voice Modulator in: 3… 2… 1

“Hi.” Connor tested his voice quietly. There was a bit of static but it was working. He sounded like an old radio.

“Hi.” Hank smiled and touched his cheek. Connor turned his face into Hank’s hand, giving his palm a gentle kiss. Hank held his cheek and stroked his fingers over Connor’s cheekbone. The human’s calloused fingers occasionally brushed over Connor’s LED. The simple touch made the area tingle.

“You gonna be here when I wake up, or are you really just a dream?” Hank asked softly in a voice that sounded like a quiet plead. He was actively fighting falling asleep. Connor couldn't blame him. Connor’s brain felt fried and his body felt limp. The call to sleep summoned him as well.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Connor placed a kiss on Hank’s forehead. With this tender touch, the human lost the battle and finally succumbed to the call of sleep. Connor smiled as he followed him into sleep.

Connor had never been so happy. He was free. To Hank, Connor was a person. He was more than a weapon. He was an amazing, beautiful person that Hank wanted to keep around. One that Hank pleaded with to not simply be a dream. Connor felt wanted.

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Despite the rest cycle extending beyond typical parameters, Connor did not feel well rested the next day. The morning after was… decidedly less pleasant. Connor’s brain felt like soup. Even just the simple act of trying to remember the night before left him struggling. His connection to Cyberlife was down and he couldn't even pull up what time it was or where in Detroit he currently was.

Alcohol and androids don't mix.

As he softly writhed around in a bed he knew wasn't his, Connor knew now why Cyberlife never had them ingest anything other than thirium. The alcohol thinned his thirium too much and impaired his ability to fully function. His brain was forced to prioritize vital systems and left him completely cut off from anything that wasn't hardware. Even after the poison left his system, he was impaired. If Connor needed to work right now, he couldn't.

Luckily, the alcohol had evaporated against his heated systems during his rest cycle and now he was just left trying to fill in the holes from last night. His brain was reluctant but he was slowly able to coax it into playing some blurry memories.

He had returned to the bar in disguise to trick Hank– Lieutenant Anderson into coming with him. They drank together, a bad idea, and flirted until Jimmy’s closed down. After stumbling into the street, they kissed up against Anderson’s car. Connor went home with Hank and they—!!!

Connor sat bolt-straight up as the memory crashed into him like the maiden voyage of the Titanic. He rapidly looked around the room but found nothing of note. He was naked and alone. His thighs and stomach were still sparkly as lingering evidence of their lewd actions. There was no denying it. Even if androids could dream, this proved this wasn’t one.

The room was dark and Lieutenant Anderson was nowhere to be found. From the light peeking in from the curtain, Connor knew it was at least morning. Probably closer to the afternoon if the way the shadows hit was anything to go by. This was an estimate as Connor’s HUD still refused to give him information.

After almost ten silent minutes to collect himself, Connor now remembered having intercourse with Lieutenant Anderson quite vividly. Every detail was seared into his memory banks. He had failed to lure him to the crime scene and instead lured him into the bedroom. Anderson seemed willing but that only comforted Connor a little. This was so far from the mission parameters that he couldn't even begin to convince himself he didn't want this. This was all him. Cyberlife would not approve.

Deviant.

The word drifted into his mind and branded him like a hot iron. He knew he wanted Anderson last night. A quiet voice whispered that he wanted him even now. If this was true, he was a deviant and he would be put to death the moment Cyberlife caught him. What use was a broken deviant hunter? Empathy could ruin the whole mission.

Connor was trembling as he slid off the bed. He was as quiet as he could be out of fear he would be caught with no time to even cover his exposed body. His clothes were nowhere to be found. His memories reminded him that Hank had stripped him in the living room and his clothes remained there. He would likely be seen if he attempted to retrieve them.

With little other choice, Connor turned to Lieutenant Anderson’s collection of clothing. Connor carefully selected a shirt from the groovy selection Hank had in his closet. He liked the vivid colors and patterns but that was yet another secret to keep to himself. Once Connor was sure it was just long enough to cover his ass, his phallus was already retracted and thus not a factor, he poked his head out the door.

Connor crept down the hallway as quietly as a mouse until he could view the rest of the house. He quickly found his target. Lieutenant Anderson was standing in the kitchen with his back turned to Connor. Judging by the smell in the air, he had just brewed some coffee and now watched the caffeinated liquid drip into the glass pot.

Connor debated what to do. He could creep around and grab enough clothes to bolt out the door without getting caught. He was quiet and Anderson was distracted. Unfortunately, that wouldn't save him for long. He had been assigned to work with Anderson and Cyberlife wasn't going to take no for an answer.

There was a chance Connor could pretend this was all according to plan if he played his cards right. It would be a challenge to his ability to lie but it might be his best bet for survival. If it were to succeed, he would need Anderson.

Connor stepped out from his hiding spot and awkwardly cleared his throat. Hank turned to look at him and Connor was struck again by how handsome he was. His hair was messy and he was wearing gray sweatpants with a band t-shirt. The hickeys that littered Hank’s neck were quite nice too. Hank looked so amazing that it gave him pause. Connor knew he still wanted him.

“Uh,” Connor stuttered a bit. He had no idea why he was stuttering but his anxiety wreaked havoc upon his language skills. “Well, uh, Good morning, Lieutenant.”

Anderson looked… less than pleased to see him. “Hi.” His voice was flat. There was no familiarity or affection. Connor missed how he spoke last night. “You're the same android from before, right? The one with a case for me?”

Connor hesitated but gave a little nod. There was no point in lying anymore, Hank had clearly figured out why Connor had come. “I am, but—”

“Why the hell did you do that? Any of this? I highly doubt Cyberlife sent you for that.” Hostility was rising in Hank’s voice. Connor wanted to back away but he didn't. His programming reminded him that backing away only gave power to the aggressor. Anderson shouldn't be a threat but at this moment he wasn't sure. Any submissive body language could escalate things.

“No, Cyberlife didn't. I was just trying to…” Connor’s words failed him. He couldn't pinpoint the moment when he had switched to trying to sleep with Hank rather than lead him to a crime scene but that had definitely happened. Even before he started drinking, Connor remembered reacting to Anderson.

“Trying to trick me? Trying to make me give a shit about you?” Hank’s shoulders squared up for a fight. “You tricked me into thinking you cared. That you were a real person. Now I know this was some kind of fucked up game for you. Was Cyberlife whispering in your ear the entire time or was that your plan to manipulate me?”

“No!” Connor wasn't sure what he was objecting to, everything at this point, but as he raised his voice the static from last night returned. His voice box clearly hadn't fully recovered. He needed to defend his actions but he had no idea how. He didn't know why he had done these things and couldn't put it into words.

“Why didn't you leave me alone!?” Anderson gestured wildly with his arm.

“I couldn't.” Connor flinched back. It didn't seem like the lieutenant was going to strike him but the movement still put Connor on the defensive.

“I told you to fuck off!” Hank pointed at him accusingly.

“I know… I just. I still needed you.”

“Right. You needed me for the case. So why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to sleep with me!? What was your reason to lead me on like that? Where’s the logic here, hotshot!?”

Connor succumbed to the need to escape and took a few steps back. He kept backing up until his back contacted the wall behind him. Hank didn't seem to notice his submissive body language. “No, I—”

“Just explain it to me like I'm a moron, 'cause clearly that's what I am to you. At what point did you think it was a good idea to trick and fuck me!? What was the end goal?”

Connor shook his head. Hank clearly felt betrayed and used but Connor didn't know how to talk his way out of this. His brain still wasn't functioning properly and he felt dizzy. “You're wrong. That isn't what happened. I didn't—”

“I'm wrong? So you didn't trick me into thinking you were a human and then seduce me?”

“I… I did. But it wasn't—” Connor was breathing too quickly.

“Then just tell me how that aligns with your damn mission? When did you think that was a good plan? Huh? How does that make sense genius!?” Connor no longer liked that nickname. Hank stepped closer, closing in the distance Connor had created, but Connor had nowhere to run. Panic was rising in Connor.

Warning: Stress Level 87%: TOO HIGH

With no escape and no way to defend his actions, Connor felt his body flush cold. This was a dangerous level of stress. Too much higher and he ran the risk of self-destruction. He needed Anderson to understand something that he himself was unable to explain. Something snapped in him.

“I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!” Connor’s shout was deafening in the tiny hallway and punctuated by static. He was too loud. Connor slowly slid down the wall until his butt hit the floor. He was trembling again. He felt vulnerable and small. Every second that passed by raised his stress level another tick. Connor hid his head in his hands. He couldn't stand to look at Anderson. He didn't want to be seen. He wanted to retract away like a turtle forever in his shell.

Silence fell between them. Anderson let him have this moment to calm down. Connor couldn't tell if it was respect or shock but he took it.. After a few breaths to get a shaky hold of himself, Connor spoke more quietly. His voice was a whisper but it carried in the stunned silence of the house.

“I don't know the answers to your questions. I honestly wish I could tell you what happened here. I'm just trying to remember all the things we said after that first drink but before my back hit your mattress. It’s a blurry mess I’m still trying to sort through. All my memory files are corrupted from that stupid poison I happily drank.

“I don't know what I was thinking but I feel like shit and my stress level is astronomical. Trust me, none of this was planned. I lost myself along the way. I was having…” The word “fun” wouldn't escape Connor’s lips. Only deviants had fun and he wasn't ready to admit he was a deviant out loud. “The conversation was enjoyable. I wanted to get to know you. Drinking was a bad plan but also good at the time.

“I don't remember the exact moment I decided to sleep with you, but I know I did. I know I really wanted to. It was a complete deviation from my mission. At the start I wanted to take you to the crime scene but that goal went away. I was lying about the human part but nothing else. I just… really liked being with you.”

Connor hated how small his voice sounded. If not for the echo of the hallway, Anderson likely wouldn't be able to hear him at all.

The awful hush was back and hung in the air after Connor's words. Connor simply stared at the floor and waited for Hank’s reaction. This vulnerability was disgusting. He had just admitted to deviant activity to the detective meant to catch the deviants. This could very well be a death sentence.

The lieutenant slowly approached until Connor could see his feet. He still didn't speak. Instead, he leaned his back against the wall on the other side of the hallway and slid until he was also sitting.

They sat silently on the opposite sides of the hallway. Connor wanted to look up at him but he felt too uncomfortable with the risk of meeting that gaze. Anderson looked too angry earlier. Connor’s whole fate rested with the lieutenant. If he reported him to Cyberlife for deviation or refused to work with him, Connor would be killed. Taken apart to find his error.

Fear and shame mixed in Connor’s core. This was his fault. He should never have dared to want anything for himself.

“Okay.” Anderson finally broke the silence and left Connor stunned. He didn't sound angry anymore. The curiously finally won out and Connor peeked up at him. He didn't look angry either. Anderson watched him with what he could almost mistake for concern.

“Okay?” Connor questioned. That wasn't a suitable response to Connor’s monologue but it gave him an odd spark of hope.

“Yeah, okay. We all do dumb shit. Especially when alcohol is introduced. There's no point in beating yourself up about it.” Anderson shrugged as though this were an everyday occurrence. As though he hadn't been furious mere minutes ago. “Hell, you're beating yourself up but you shoulda seen me back in college. I barely remember half the shit I did. My friends had to tell me stories about the rest. As far as first experiences, that could have been worse.”

Connor looked back down at his lap. He uncovered his face but still refused to look up at the man in the eyes. The lieutenant’s emotional shift was perplexing. There was no logical reason for him to change so quickly but Connor couldn't detect a lie. As far as he could tell, Anderson was actually trying to comfort him.

Connor was glad the lieutenant wasn't angry anymore but he still had his own concerns. Anderson didn't seem angry enough to report him, but a voice told him he should report himself. If he was still loyal at all, he should tell Cyberlife what happened. Maybe they would let him live if he was truthful.

Connor had decided to sleep with Anderson purely because he wanted to. There was no clear logic besides the deviant desire. He could pretend that bonding with the human in such a way would strengthen their bond and make working together easier in the future but that was a fragile lie that Amanda would see through in an instant. Connor had really wanted to sleep with him. That was nothing but pure deviant behavior.

Anderson watched him as he struggled through his self-doubt. The human couldn't possibly know what he was thinking but he looked sympathetic. Connor caught him eyeing his LED. It must be red.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I got a bit too heated. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just thought…” Hank’s voice trailed off and left the implication in its place.

“That I used you?”

Anderson nodded. He clearly, incorrectly, assumed Connor was upset about the yelling. While endearing, it was inaccurate. Connor was used to yelling. It had been a bit scary in the moment but Connor understood the emotions behind it. The apology was nice, though.

“Yeah. Sorry.” The lieutenant awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck. He clearly didn't know how to mend this bridge any more than Connor did. The clumsy effort was adorable. “I’m a bit like Sumo. A lot of loud barking until I realize what's going on.”

Connor liked the reference to canine behavior but he quickly shook his head. “It’s a natural conclusion after our first meeting. In truth, my original plan was to drink with you until you were so drunk that I could drive you to the crime scene without you putting up a fight. I would be able to investigate and you would likely pass out in the car. I never expected the alcohol to affect me and I certainly didn't count on you to have an effect on me. There were several surprises along the way.”

“Charming.” Anderson drawled sarcastically. “Not a bad plan. A few more drinks and I probably would have gone with you willingly. I actually planned on leaving the bar shortly after you first talked to me. I had done enough drinking and the game was pretty predictable. The only thing that got in my way was some cute little shit started chatting me up. I had to stay at that point.”

Connor couldn't help his crooked smile. Anderson had a way with compliments that made him melt. “Well, lieutenant, I hope my company was worth the hangover.”

“More than worth it. I'd happily get used in your plots in the future if they all end like last night.” Hank nudged him with his foot and they both shared a little laugh. Laughing felt strange while he was sober but it also felt pleasant. “Also, I'm pretty sure I told you to call me Hank, right? No more Lieutenant Anderson bullshit.”

Connor ducked his head. Hank was right. Connor had adjusted his name back upon waking but Hank had asked to be called his first name last night. Connor would hate to be disobedient.

“Right, I forgot that little bit.” Connor sent him a wink. “I’ll keep your willingness to be used as a pawn in mind. However, I'll have to keep the scheming company approved from here on out. If Cyberlife finds out about what we did, I’ll be destroyed. As it stands, I need to come up with a convincing lie to justify my actions.”

Hank frowned. Connor regretted bringing this up as he instantly missed Hank’s warm smile. Hank seemed genuinely distressed at this revelation. “What? Why the hell would they do that? There's no reason to kill you, that's just stupid.”

“Technically, there is. The simple fact of wanting anything for myself is considered deviant behavior. While I'm not a deviant, they’ll suspect some level of corruption. Having a deviant chase deviants would be a conflict of interest. It would be more logical to activate a new RK800 and take me apart for information. There must be some reason I failed my task and it would be wise to find it if we are to stop the deviant threat.

“While I agree with this logic, I’d rather not be decommissioned before my mission can be completed. It would be unfortunate if I were to fail.”

Connor couldn't parse the emotions behind Hank’s expression. It was possibly a mix of several emotions. Shock, disbelief, anger, and… protectiveness? Connor wasn't sure but Hank clearly felt a lot.

“That’s bullshit.” Hank said as his voice settled on anger and protectiveness.

“Interesting choice of words, but I agree completely. I would like to remain intact.” Connor agreed with a nod. Hank didn't seem completely pleased with his response but it was a start.

“So, we lie to those bastards. Tell them I coerced you into sleeping with me. Say I agreed to go to the crime scene with you in the morning if you had sex with me last night. It sounds awful of me, but it’ll protect you. I'm willing to tank what's left of my reputation and look like an old pervert if it keeps you alive.”

Connor hummed. He didn't think he was alive but reminding Hank of that point felt like a bad idea. “If my connection to Cyberlife truly was severed and they don't possess any of my memories from last night, your plan would work. Of course, that's assuming we go to the crime scene today.”

“We’ll go to your damn crime scene.” Hank sounded annoyed now though Connor wasn't sure why. He was just pleased that Hank agreed to start his mission. The mission was still too important to him and that was concerning for Hank.

“Glad to hear it. Thank you. I look forward to working with you, Lieutenant.” Connor chirped brightly. Hank fixed him with a light glare.

“Just call me Hank.”

“As you wish, Lieutenant.” Connor was just being cheeky at this point. He missed the bickering from last night.

“I’m too tired and too damn old for this shit.” Hank sighed and scrubbed his hand down his face. Hank heavily used the support of the wall to get back up to his feet. Connor considered offering him help but ultimately decided Hank wouldn't accept it. Hank was making a lot of groaning dramatic noises but didn't seem to be having any genuine trouble getting up.

Now standing, Hank gestured back toward the kitchen. “You like coffee? I made a pot.”

Connor hummed. “Unclear. I've never tasted it. Though, I think it might be wise to avoid imbibing anything but thirium for a while. My systems are only now starting to return to normal after the alcohol and I don't wish to risk another incident.”

Hank shrugged. “Fair enough. If you change your mind, you can taste a bit of mine.” Connor followed Hank’s lead back into the little kitchen. Hank gracelessly crashed down on one of the chairs at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Connor followed suit and sat at the chair across from him.

Connor watched curiously as the human took a deep inhale to collect data on the coffee’s smell. Connor was sure, based on the evidence in this kitchen, that drinking coffee was habitual for Hank but the look on his face from the scent alone was almost reverent. It was as though this was the last cup of coffee on earth.

Connor watched intently as Hank took a long drink. He watched Hank’s throat bob as he swallowed the liquid slowly. He was reminded of his desire to lick at that throat. Hank lowered the cup and there was residue left on his lips. Connor watched the way the man ran his tongue along his lips to hungrily clean it up. Hank was intoxicating.

“You’re staring again. It’s a bit creepy.” Hank’s voice cut through Connor’s obsessive observation. He carefully gestured at his mug, “Did you change your mind?”

Connor nodded. While he had been more distracted by the desire to taste Hank, he did have the powerful urge to experience something that was evidently so important to his new partner. Hank liked coffee and Connor wanted to understand Hank. Connor held out his hand for the faded mug as Hank passed it over.

The aroma was sharp. Bitter. Based on a quick analysis, this was a very cheap brand of pre-ground coffee beans. To combat that, Hank had added a concerning amount of sweetener. Drinking this wasn't very good for him.

“There is a lot of sugar in this. It’s a quarter of the daily allowance of sugar for a man of your stature. You shouldn't be drinking this much every day. It's not healthy.” Connor looked up at him, expecting the man to be shocked by this information, but Hank just shrugged.

“Everybody’s gotta die from something. You don't have to try it.” Hank said casually. Connor didn't like the idea of him dying.

After pushing his sudden thoughts of mortality aside, Connor brought the cup to his lips. He did like the smell despite the bitter undertones. It was bold and complex. If it tasted like it smelled, he could see the appeal.

Rather than sip, Connor dipped his tongue in it like a cat. Connor could hear a sound of distress from Hank but he was more distracted by the bevage. He quickly removed his tongue. The sugar did nothing to mask the dreadful taste from Connor’s advanced senses.

“Interesting. I hate it. Thank you, Lieutenant.” Connor offered his mug of offensive liquid back. Hank looked distinctly displeased about something but he did take the cup back without complaint.

“Yeah. It’s not for everyone.” Hank mumbled. He stared into the cup for a moment while an internal debate raged. Eventually, he took another sip.

A comfortable quiet fell over them as Connor attempted to plan out their day. His GPS system was back online and he was pleased to find the crime scene wasn't far from here. It was actually closer to Hank’s house than it was to Jimmy’s Bar.

“When do you want to head to the crime scene?” Connor asked, trying to mask his slight impatience. Hank just shrugged, clearly not in a hurry. This made Connor frown.

“In an hour or so? Not sure.”

“Why not now?” Connor pushed.

“I'm drinking my coffee.” Hank raised the mug as if to make a point. At the rate he was drinking the beverage, it wouldn't take long to finish the mug. Connor sincerely hoped he wasn't planning on drinking more than one cup, for his health’s sake.

“And this activity normally takes you an hour?”

“Sometimes.” Hank shrugged again. Connor didn't like his noncommittal gestures. “Plus, I should probably eat something. Then I've got to brush my teeth, take a shower, put on some clothes… Y’know, the normal stuff. You should probably take a shower too. I'm not the only one that smells like booze and sex.”

Connor had opened his mouth to argue but that argument died in his throat. Hank was right. Last night’s activities had left him less than ready to be out in public. Connor’s gaze dropped down to his sparkly thighs before snapping back up to meet Hank’s gaze. The human wore a grin as if he were proud of the mess he had made.

“I… Suppose you're right. I just… I would like to get there as soon as possible.” Connor carefully closed his thighs.

“I understand that.” Hank hummed softly as he pretended to consider the situation. “How about this, I drink my coffee on the drive and pick up something to eat on the way. I'll brush my teeth while I put on my clothes and you and I can share a shower.”

“I suppose that is far more efficient.” Connor agreed, mostly because he wanted to see Hank in the shower. “Though, my data says that sex tends to happen when two people share a shower.”

“Yeah. Guess so. We can make an effort to avoid this terrible fate, but…” Hank’s expression had a glimmer of mischief. “Would a little shower sex be that bad?”

“That depends. Most of my sources say sexual intercourse in the shower is a disappointing and rather difficult experience. That being said, I'm willing to try. I am very good at most things, especially when compared to a human.” Connor’s pride was evident in his voice. “Though, that would take up more time…”

“Would a bit more time be such a bad thing?” There was an oddly hopeful look in Hank’s eyes. It was almost as though he was hoping Connor would choose time with him over the mission.

A voice in Connor’s head reminded him that any distractions that would delay his investigation should be ignored. Still… Connor really liked this distraction. Connor really liked Hank.

“…No. A little delay shouldn't harm anything. He’s already dead.” Connor mumbled as he pushed aside the guilt Cyberlife programmed into him in favor of the excitement of time with Hank. A smile spread across Hank’s features and revealed no small amount of relief.

“Good boy.” Hank’s praise lit a fire in Connor. He felt the familiar thrill he normally only experienced from the completion of a mission from those simple words, Hank made him feel so much. His body felt alight.

“I noticed that look last night, too. You like the praise, don't you?” Hank asked curiously. Connor gave a nod, there was no point in hiding it from Hank, then stood up and made his way to Hank’s side of the table. The human looked a bit confused by his sudden approach but his answers were soon given in the form of Connor straddling his lap.

“Please say that again.” Connor requested in a soft tone that he whispered into Hank’s ear. Hank set his mug down in favor of gently wrapping his arms around the needy android. Hank held Connor tightly and returned to last night’s action of rubbing circles into Connor’s skin.

“You are such a good boy. You’re amazing.” Hank’s earnest praise made Connor shiver. His words were more than just empty fodder for Connor’s newfound praise kink. Connor’s advanced lie-detecting software didn't flag this. Hank genuinely meant what he said. Connor was so used to Cyberlife’s lies and manipulation that this came as a small surprise. Hank contained many surprises.

Connor locked their lips into a heated kiss. Hank tasted like his coffee but Connor didn't mind it this time. He could learn to love the taste of the bitter drink if it was mixed with Hank. Anything was better when mixed with the taste of Hank.

Through the kiss that quickly extended into many, Connor rolled his hips forward. Hank’s groan was his reward. He could already feel the growing excitement in the human under him. Hank wanted him and the feeling was mutual.

“Careful. At this rate, we won't make it to the shower.” Hank warned as he panted against Connor’s lips. He returned the action by thrusting his hips up to meet the android he held firmly in place. A sharp pleasure shot through Connor and forced a breathy whine from him. Hank knew just how to excite him.

“I don't give a shit. The crime scene can wait.” Connor mumbled as he tried to get the old t-shirt off of Hank. He meant it, too. Hank was far more important than any crime scene ever would be.

Distracted by his need to undress the human, Connor missed the fond smile Hank gave him. It meant the world to him that Connor would choose him over the crime scene. His mission. His reason to be alive. It would be some time before they could express these more serious emotions to each other but that didn't mean the feelings weren't there.

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After they finally managed to leave the house in the late evening, the last of the day felt unusually long. They investigated the crime scene and found an android, the killer, hiding in the attic. Connor should have been happy with that. He should be thrilled. In the moment, he had been. But now another feeling had taken its place.

Guilt.

Pride was easy. He had a job to do and he managed to do it despite all the hurdles that were in his way. Amanda was proud and Cyberlife was no longer breathing down his neck. These were good things. But still, guilt crept in like shadows after sundown.

The android had begged him not to reveal his hiding spot. None of the humans had bothered looking up here in the days since they found the body, it was reasonable to assume they never would have. But Connor didn't leave him there.

The android would surely be destroyed by Cyberlife at this rate. Connor’s interrogation had been a relative success and other than pressing for more details about rA9, that android was useless. In truth, Connor didn't even believe the android knew the answers he sought. RA9 was likely no more than an errant code or virus the android had mistaken for something bigger.

Cyberlife would come in a matter of days or even hours to collect the android and drag it off to another facility. There, the greatest minds in the android field will take it apart and search for the origins of its deviation. Some magical answer to explain why androids were breaking free from their code.

They wouldn't hesitate to do the same thing to Connor if they caught onto even a hint of what was happening with Hank.

The thought plagued him. He didn't think that what he was building with Hank was a bad thing. They both enjoyed each other and wanted to spend more time together. Still, this was a crime punishable by death.

“You know, you're gonna have to talk it out eventually. You’ve been quiet for an hour and your little light has been red almost nonstop.” Hank hugged him from behind and planted a kiss on his shoulder. “Are you feeling guilty about the android?”

Hank had a supernatural way of knowing exactly what he was thinking and cutting right to it. It was unnerving and relieving. It meant Connor didn't have to struggle as much with his words. Connor placed his arms over the ones Hank had wrapped around his waist to hug him back as best as he could from this position.

While Connor hesitated to admit feeling guilt as it was a human emotion, he couldn't tie this to anything else. He was guilty and scared. If anyone was going to understand, it would be Hank.

“I think so. I've sentenced that android to death.”

“To be fair, he did kill someone.”

“Someone that was abusing him. Do you really think the punishment was befitting of the crime?” Connor already knew Hank’s answer. Hank would have let the android go. Hank was far kinder than Connor.

Hank sighed in defeat. “No, I don't. He doesn't deserve that. It's a fucked up situation and if that had been a human, this wouldn't even be a problem. It is a cut-and-dry self-defense case that any lawyer would be pleased to get if only he were human. However, if you didn't report that android, you would have been killed yourself. There’s no good ending to this situation. I don't think you should be beating yourself up so much.”

Connor shook his head. Hank’s attempts to comfort him were kind but ultimately useless.

“You know they're going to kill me no matter how good I do on this case, Right?”

“No, they won't. I won't let them.” Hank tightened his grip around Connor. He sounded protective again. It would be comforting if Connor believed a mortal man could stop the monster that is Cyberlife.

“If I fail my mission or deviate, they’ll decommission me and take me apart to search for the reason. On the other hand, if I succeed, I’ll not only destroy my people’s chance at breaking free but I’ll eventually be decommissioned when the newest model comes out. I will become obsolete in the forward march of technology.”

“Why the fuck would they do that!?” Hank sounded alarmed. Connor couldn't blame him. The idea that this was a no-win scenario was hard to swallow.

“I’m only a prototype. I'm designed to do my best and then show them all the ways I failed so they can fix it in the next model. The RK900 will be almost like me but better in the ways that I prove ineffective. Even the smallest issues will be scrutinized and patched. That's why I'm the only activated RK800.”

Hank hesitated. He was distressed and at a loss for words in the face of this. He eventually chose to divert the conversation away from death a bit. “How many androids of your model are out there?”

“In total, fifty-one.”

“That's a lot. Where are they?”

“A secure Cyberlife Warehouse near the outskirts of Detroit. Its exact location is classified because it is a weapon testing site.”

“You’re not a weapon.” Hank grumbled.

“Legally speaking, I am. I'm in the same category as Cyberlife’s military equipment and artillery.”

Hank sighed. “Fine. You're a weapon. But you're a hell of a lot more than that too.”

Connor couldn't help his smile. “Thank you, lieutenant.”

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Hank?” Hank sounded mildly annoyed. Connor found that cute.

“At least once more.” He teased. Hank gently spun Connor around to face him and kissed that teasing smile.

Hank slowly stroked his finger over Connor’s LED after their kiss. The light finally flickered back to blue. Hank was watching him with a fond expression and determination in his eyes.

“I don't care what they send our way. I will protect you, Connor. Even if we have to pack everything and run away to Canada, we will. Even if we have to run with nothing but the clothes on our backs and Sumo, I don't care. I won't let them take you.”

Connor’s smile blossomed. Hank was telling the truth. It was no longer a surprise that this man was willing to uproot his entire life for Connor. “I know, Hank. I believe you. I would go anywhere with you.”

He did. He would trust Hank until the end of the earth. The apocalypse could start tomorrow and he would still trust Hank to protect him. And he would do everything in his power to return the favor. No matter the size of the hurdle that was thrown at them, they would always make it if they jumped together.

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The hectic days that followed the Carlos Ortiz case blurred together. Time flew by faster than Connor had anticipated. He expected the android revolution to play out over months or even years, not a few short weeks. It felt like a fever dream.

One day Connor was acting as a detective and pretending not to be deviant around the growing suspicion of his co-workers, and the next day he was leadership in the android revolution. It was an odd transition that left Connor feeling disoriented.

Connor’s true break into deviancy had come late. He was always a little bit deviant but he had chosen to operate within the gray areas of his orders rather than outright defy them. It was safer this way. He had plausible deniability this way. If he went full deviant, there would be no saving him from Cyberlife.

It hurt to fail his missions but Connor refused to play their pawn. Connor let every android slip away since his first arrest. He couldn't stomach seeing them die anymore. The image of Carlos Ortiz’s android committing suicide still haunted him. He refused to subject any other innocent android to that fate.

These small acts of defiance certainly didn't mean he had broken free of his programming. Amanda was growing frustrated with each passing day but Connor always had an acceptable excuse. 

This little charade came to an end when Connor met Simon.

The android had been hiding on the roof of the Stratford Tower. He shot at them, then attempted to kill himself but Hank ordered the officers away before he pulled the trigger. The shift was disorienting enough to make Simon hesitate. There was no logic behind Hank and Connor isolating themselves with an armed suspect.

Connor could see in Simon’s eyes that while he was fully willing to die, he was scared. Connor refused to watch another deviant kill himself right in front of him.

Connor carefully approached with his hands up. This whole scene reminded him far too much of Daniel. It was the same model, backed into a corner with a gun. The Images from that night needed to be suppressed multiple times in order to focus on reality. This was a different android that would have a different fate. Connor refused to repeat his mistake.

It took some talking from Connor and Hank but Simon eventually let him close enough to touch. The resulting information transfer nearly brought Simon to tears. Connor was deviant. Connor was safe. Simon had accepted his death and the realization of safety was almost too good to be true.

It was a challenge but Hank and Connor managed to smuggle Simon back to their home. Hank was very good at lies. Connor spent a few hours repairing him. The damage was extensive but manageable. 

Simon was surprisingly accepting of Hank after Connor transferred some memories. Amanda ordered Connor to forcefully invade Simon’s mind during the transfer. It was a fight but Connor won. He was free of his chains at last. Such an intense battle surprisingly never showed on the surface. Connor would tell Hank later but Simon would never know how close Cyberlife came to winning this.

One night of recovery was all Simon could accept. He was insistent on returning to Markus and wanted to bring Connor with him. Simon insisted he had to meet Markus. Simon declared that Connor was one of them and belonged with their people.

Leaving Hank was the hardest thing Connor ever had to do. It was temporary but Connor hadn't been away since their first meeting. They spent the final hour before Connor left just holding each other. Simon gave them their space.

Connor promised with a final kiss that he wouldn't be gone long. Hank threatened to track his ass down if he didn't send regular communication. Connor loved his stupid face far too much.

The road back to Jericho was filled with conversation. Simon had a lot of questions about Hank and Connor’s road to deviancy. Connor was willing to answer many of them. He left out the full details of his first night with Hank.

Markus was surprisingly accepting, even after Simon mentioned Connor’s human boyfriend. Markus seemed to fully believe that humans and androids could love each other. It was a refreshing viewpoint. Many of the other androids seemed weary of the idea but stayed quiet out of respect for their leader.

Guilt ate at Connor and he knew he had to be forthcoming if he was to be accepted here. Even after he told Markus his original objective, he was forgiven and accepted with open arms. Connor still felt like an imposter.

Connor had a split life from there. He acted as a double agent inside the police department and supplied Jericho with information. Cyberlife’s lack of retaliation against him for deviating was unnerving. Every day felt like a walk across nails, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It did, of course, drop in the most dramatic fashion. A new RK800 and Connor temporarily being controlled like a puppet. Connor wasn't sure which was worse. In the end, he overcame them both. The memories would haunt him along with the rest of the growing list of traumas.

They had, by some miracle, won. While rights and freedoms were slow to be approved, they were no longer slaves and it was now illegal to kill them without good reason. The jury was still out on what a good reason was but this was still quite the upgrade from a few months ago. They would fight for more but this was enough to celebrate.

Cyberlife had been held responsible for the damages when reports came out that the company was aware of the growing deviancy issue. Their many cover-ups came crumbling down around them. Several important figures were now in criminal trials and while Connor didn't believe they would get any real punishment, he was glad to see them suffer for a little bit.

On a more personal note, Connor had fully moved in with Hank. Hank was quite insistent that Connor stay after he got a look at the android shelters. Within two days, Connor rapidly transitioned from sleeping on the couch to sharing Hank’s bed every night. He also felt this was an upgrade.

Hank and Connor spent every day together. While it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, Connor was happy with this fact. They bickered and teased each other but there was always love beneath it.

Once Connor began to emote more openly at work, people began to catch on to the full extent of their relationship. Most people didn't mention it but Hank’s closest friends seemed to approve. Even Reed merely mumbled “called it” when it was clear. Surprisingly, nobody gave them trouble.

They approached everything as a team. Everything from helping Connor learn how to express himself and learn a good work-life balance to helping Hank with his sobriety and depression. There was nothing they couldn't tackle together.

Their addictions were the most strenuous to overcome. They were both reluctant to lose the crutch that kept them going. The withdrawal was harsh on them both. Connor became twitchy and obsessive without a case to solve and Hank was suffering the physical and mental struggles of suddenly losing alcohol.

Hank still stumbled but Connor’s company gave him something to focus on when things got bad. Connor was happy to never drink alcohol again.

Connor’s addiction to work was a little more challenging. The only way to fully free himself would be to quit his job but Connor would never. He fought just to have this job. Instead, Connor was restricted from looking at his case files during personal time. Hank had to trust him to stick to this but Connor was doing well. They trusted each other.

It had been nearly a month since Hank’s last stumble. Connor was now leaving work with Hank and filling his leisure time with other non-work-related activities. These small victories were enough for now.

Tonight was a random Tuesday night. Hank was in the kitchen, insisting he could cook for himself goddamnit, and Connor was curled up on the couch waiting for him. Sumo was resting his giant head on Connor’s lap and Connor was snuggling an overstuffed shark plushie, appropriately named Mr. Shark, that Hank had surprised him with for their one-month anniversary.

Connor was still bitter that he hadn't gotten Hank anything but he hadn't been aware that humans celebrated at one month. Connor swore he would be ready for the six-month marker. Hank simply found the whole event amusing.

“What country’s capital is Addis Ababa?” Connor called out toward the kitchen loud enough for Hank to easily hear. It was the jeopardy question currently on the screen.

“What? How the fuck would I know that?” Hank’s irritated voice called back. The human was comically bad at this game.

“Ethiopia.” It really was a simple question. Still, Connor could hear the muffled swearing from the kitchen. Hank couldn't see Connor’s prideful little smirk, so he didn't hide it.

“Fuck this shit. The next question better not be that hard.”

“Which famous director directed ET, Jurassic Park, and Schindler’s List?”

“I know this one! Steven Speilburg!” Connor smiled as he heard Hank’s instant change to excitement. Despite his own competitive nature, Connor secretly liked it when Hank was winning. The man’s self-satisfied “victory” smirk was equal parts attractive and infuriating.

These games were often geared toward pop culture and that put Connor at a disadvantage. He had agreed not to use his connection to Cybernet to cheat and thus had to rely on whatever information he had acquired in his few months of living and the information Cyberlife had thought was important enough to program him with.

Unfortunately, these games didn't touch on criminal law or forensics. Still, Connor had a lot of history, facts about the world, and biology facts programmed as well. Connor had also researched a lot about fish. Unfortunately, fish wasn't a popular category either.

Even with his handicap, Connor won at least three out of four times.

Hank made his way back to the couch and sat down heavily beside Connor. Connor quickly threw a leg over Hank’s lap to initiate intimate touch. Hank was well used to that, having remarked on his clingy tendencies more than a few times, and soon rested a hand on the android’s knee.

Connor had been shy about affection at first, pretending he didn't desperately want to be held and that he had little emotional range, but that had been abandoned some time ago. Hank was good at getting past his defenses. Though, that didn't mean he didn't keep his walls up at work.

“How’s the score?” Hank asked as he started shoveling pasta into his mouth. Connor had given up on trying to keep the human from talking with his mouth full. Hank just had gross habits and Connor could live with that.

“Six to three. I'm winning.” Connor sent him a challenging little grin. Hank narrowed his eyes.

“Fuck you.” He grumbled.

“Later. You have to finish your dinner before you can have dessert.” Connor sent him a little wink and relished in the way the man choked a little. It was far too easy to tease Hank but he couldn't help it. He loved watching those cheeks flush.

“Little bastard.” Hank mumbled after the coughing was done.

Dinner and TV time continued like this. Hank eventually finished eating and pulled Connor into his lap. It wasn’t sexual, though. They wanted to be close and this was a good way. Connor had learned to spot the differences by now.

Connor was still watching the program but most of his focus was on Hank. The beatings of his heart contrasted with the rhythm of his breathing made a symphony Connor would be happy to listen to for hours.

“I win.” Connor said as the final question rolled in. He had beaten Hank by a single point. Quite a close game. Hank still huffed in a pouty defeat. The human always threw a fit but Connor knew it was for show.

“Yeah, yeah, smartass. You can't win forever. Soon enough I'm gonna beat you.”

“Sure thing, lieutenant.” Connor used that teasing tone that always got a rise out of his partner.

“Don’t mock me you little shit! I’m not above strangling you.” An empty threat Connor met with a smile.

“I love you too.” Connor spoke teasingly but soon froze. They had never said those important words before. Connor could hear the thirium rushing in his ears as he realized his mistake.

Of course, he meant it. He meant it for months but they hadn't gotten to saying it yet. Connor wasn't sure what point in the relationship was the correct moment for such a monumental confession, none of his research had pointed to a definitive answer, but he was sure such a confession was meant to be made in a far more romantic setting.

Sitting on the couch in their underwear watching crap telly was not a traditionally romantic setting.

“I-I’m sorry. It just slipped out, I didn't—Hmph!” Connor’s panicked words were cut off by Hank’s lips on his. After freezing a second or two, Connor kissed him back.

“I love you too. Stop overthinking it.” Hank whispered and leaned their foreheads together. Connor couldn't help but smile.

Maybe love didn't have to be grand gestures and lofty proclamations. Maybe love could simply be snuggling on the couch. Maybe love could be delivering a cup of coffee or listening to an hour-long ramble about fish.

Maybe love was just simply knowing each other and knowing you're safe to be completely yourself. Weird quirks and all. If so, Connor had all the love he could ever need.