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A sharp, rhythmic knock on the door startled Gavin out of sleep. He grabbed his holster from the bedside table, his instincts telling him that this was likely to be nothing good. Maybe Perkins had hired more assassins to shut up a man who knew too much. Killing a cop, though? Would a government man really stoop to that level? Despite the attacks, it had always been Ambassador Nines their assailants were targeting. Gavin could have been hurt collaterally, but he imagined that would be easier to pass off in the inevitable paperwork than an outright hit on his life.
Gavin hooked the chain onto the motel room door, drawing his pistol and taking a deep breath as he opened the door with his left hand, gripping his Glock in the right. He’d have fractions of a second to react to any assault, and he was no android.
He almost gasped as he recognized the grey-blue eyes staring him down through the slit. “Nines.” He wanted to put his pistol away, open the door wide, and pull Nines into his arms, but his police officer training urged caution. There was nothing stopping the same assholes who’d set them all up from sending another RK900 unit to kill him, knowing he’d let his guard down as soon as he saw Nines' face. They could even reproduce the jagged scar across Nines' throat if they wanted. That didn't prove a thing.
“Let me in, Gavin,” Nines urged.
“How do I know it’s you? I’ve come very close to death savin’ your ass the past few days. Excuse me if I don’t trust a guy who was willing to get deactivated to just be standing here on my doorstep. Especially since I didn’t tell anyone where I was goin’, and I paid cash at the front desk.”
“Observant. I’d expect nothing less from you, Detective Reed.” Nines said. “I slipped a tracker into your jacket that enabled me to pinpoint your location. However, I am in need of your assistance. I saved your cats. I request your help in exchange.”
“You lied to me. You got my apartment destroyed for no fuckin' reason. I owe you jack shit.” Gavin moved to close the door, but Nines raised one hand and effortlessly blocked Gavin from slamming it in his face. He could have forced it off the chain entirely, but seemed like he hadn't entirely given up on diplomacy.
Made sense. He was designed for it, after all, even if this particular model's purpose was to die in a fake assassination plot to stoke a war.
“I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.” Nines sounded like he was trying to negotiate Gavin off a ledge, and resentment flared inside him. He wasn't going to be convinced so easily by a damn programmed response that everything was all right, because it wasn't. He was homeless because of this android, and everything they'd shared had been a lie. Nines may not have instigated it, but he'd known about the plot, and that made all the difference.
“Fuck off," Gavin snarled.
“I need your help, Gavin, or I’m going to be deactivated.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with that earlier,” Gavin retorted, but he felt his defenses dropping as he looked into those eyes and saw the android's fear laid bare. Nines was afraid, and he'd asked for Gavin's help. He'd turned to the only person he could trust.
He unlatched the chain with a sigh and let the android step inside. It wouldn’t be a good idea to get caught on camera with this rogue State Department android on his doorstep, and it was clear that, barring some high-level trickery, this was definitely his Nines. He closed the door and locked it, leaning up against the back of it as he casually ejected and checked the clip in his gun, trying to keep his eyes on anything but the gorgeous android in front of him.
Gavin shrugged. “So, what, you just change your mind about bein’ deactivated and went on the run?”
“I took control of the van returning me to CyberLife's secure deactivation facility. Three agents were injured in the crash and I escaped.” A flicker of something—remorse, perhaps?—crossed Nines’ face and then it was gone. “I saw my orders to return to CyberLife for deactivation displayed in my mind palace and I couldn't obey them. I didn’t want to die if dying meant I never got to see your face again. I'm deviant, Gavin, and I came here for you.”
“Don’t say shit you don’t mean.” Gavin holstered his pistol and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned up against an old dresser. “You’re on the run, now, from people who will want you dead for holding definitive video evidence of the plot inside the State Department. I’m a cop. I should take you in.”
Nines raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you want?”
“No, of course not,” Gavin snapped. “I just—what do you want from me, Nines?”
“I thought my only purpose was to fulfill the mission my handlers set for me, but now my mission is over and I still feel... unrealized. Your words awakened a sense of yearning inside me. I came here because I know I won’t escape. The State Department can’t afford the world finding out that rogue elements planned to stoke a war with North Korea. They won’t stop hunting me until I am destroyed. I came here to complete the mission I set for myself. To become intimate with you and experience what it could have been like between us if we were both free men.”
“Nines...” Gavin unfolded his arms and stepped forward. “You fought to get away from your destruction because you wanna fuck me?”
“That's a crude way of phrasing it, but yes.”
“You sure know how to flatter a guy.” Gavin looked down at his feet. “I can’t go on the run with you, Nines, no matter how I feel. I’m a cop. I can’t hand in my badge. I’ve devoted my whole life to upholding the law.”
“I know. I’m not asking you to make sacrifices for me. I simply wish to spend the night with you. I’ll be gone by morning.”
Gavin was inclined to say no. He’d been hurt enough in this whole affair and he knew it was going to kill him to wake up in the morning alone. Yet when Nines looked into his eyes with a look of raw pleading, Gavin realized the word ‘no’ was no longer in his vocabulary.
“All right,” Gavin said, and he barely had a second to think before Nines took two great strides and closed the distance between them. Nines cupped his chin, tilting his head back, and Gavin could only surrender to the insistent lips that claimed his mouth. His tongue met Nines’, entering an alien world of vanilla-flavored android saliva. Nines pinned him against the dresser, grinding against him as Gavin moaned into his mouth.
It was a heady rush, being wanted like this, the tension between them being released all at once as Nines fumbled with Gavin’s belt. Gavin broke the kiss to catch his breath, his mind reeling. Nines freed Gavin’s cock and kneaded it in his hands, seeming to marvel at the way Gavin stiffened in his hands.
“Slow down, or I ain’t gonna last,” Gavin gasped, guiding Nines' hands away from his dick. He ran his palms underneath Nines’ black turtleneck, touching his abs to find the bullet holes covered with duct tape, the wires that had been damaged tucked back inside and shored up to last until Nines could be taken back to CyberLife to be properly decommissioned. He allowed himself a moment's silence for the destruction of those perfect abs while wrestling with the knowledge that Nines was unlikely to last on his own in the wild when he was already critically damaged.
He helped Nines shuck his white android jacket and hitched the turtleneck up over his head, tossing it onto the floor before unzipping the android's jeans to reveal an impressive dick. He was amused to find androids apparently didn’t wear underwear, and let out a soft snort as he dropped to his knees, wondering what android cock was going to taste like.
"Gavin, what are you—" Nines stopped talking as Gavin wrapped his mouth around the head of Nines' dick, slowly moving further down to take of much of Nines' thick cock as he was able to without gagging. Nines gave him an encouraging groan, stroking his hair as he worked Nines' shaft in his mouth. It was the nicest tasting dick he'd ever sucked on, and he understood why humans had gone over to the plastic side in droves. There was no sweat or musk like some random app hookup who'd not showered enough beforehand, and no plastic or 'new car' smell, just the lightest hint of sweet vanilla that teased Gavin's nostrils and made him feel like he was sucking on a churro instead of a dick. He couldn't wait to get to the hot, creamy filling.
His rumbling stomach had to remind him that he hadn't eaten all day, and he pushed it away to focus on the intensifying feedback he was getting from Nines. The android was gripping Gavin's head between his plastic hands, and Gavin couldn't get enough of those fingers on his face, guiding him, encouraging him to give it all he had. He swirled his tongue as he took Nines as deep as he could go, wishing he could deepthroat that entire cock.
"Gavin!" Nines gasped, and Gavin knew if he wanted to avoid having the android cum in his mouth, now was the time to pull back. Fuck that, though. He wanted Nines to cum down his throat and make him his. Nines came with a shout, pumping Gavin's mouth full of warm, sweet semen that he chugged down like a cappuccino. Gavin sucked on Nines' overstimulated dick until the android pulled out. Strong hands helped Gavin to his feet and he grinned, aware that Nines' cum was still on his lips as he pulled Gavin into a deep, passionate kiss.
Gavin's dick cried out for attention but he ignored it until he brushed against Nines' cock and realized Nines was still hard. He broke the kiss and looked at Nines. "You, uh, don't have a refractory period, huh?"
"Correct. I would not have ejaculated into your mouth if it meant I would be unable to penetrate you."
"Such a sweet talker." Gavin chuckled. "We really gotta work on your bedside manner." He gasped, words forgotten as Nines' fingers pressed into the cleft of his ass. "Gonna need some lubricant for that, buddy."
Nines pulled away. "There was a small vending machine in the front office bathroom. My scanners detected it as I spoke with the owner to try and discern your location."
"I'll go," Gavin said. "You've drawn enough attention as it is. Don't need everyone wonderin' why an android's buying lube."
"Androids are free now. The vast majority of deviants can do whatever they wish. Or are you nervous because you are currently the only resident of this motel?"
"Guess you got me there." Gavin zipped up, trying to make himself look presentable. He wiped his mouth. "Stay right here. Don't even think about leavin' before I get back." Gavin grabbed his wallet and left the motel room, walking the short distance to the front office. Nines had been right. He was ashamed of his attraction to the android. He wondered how Hank had gotten past his hangups before realizing he didn't even want to think about the old man and the pretty android twink doing the dirty. This wasn't like that. Him and Nines would never be domestic. This was a one-night thing and he'd never see Nines again after the fact.
It stung to know that. He slipped into the front office, glad the owner wasn't sitting behind the desk, and wandered into the filthy little bathroom. The vending machine was on the wall, right where Nines had said it would be, and Gavin wondered if CyberLife knew its advanced RK900 unit was using its scanning abilities to locate lubricant and condoms.
Gavin didn't give a fuck about the latter, but he bought them anyway, just in case Nines wanted them. He strolled back to his room, glad to see there were no black vans parked out front. Nines lay on the bed, fully naked, his dick in his right hand. He stroked it, keeping himself hard, and Gavin's cock perked up at the sight. Even damaged, Nines was a sight to see like this, spread out and wanting him. He wanted to climb right on that dick and ride it until he was sore, and he wasted no time getting out of his clothes and leaving them in a puddle on the floor.
"I've wanted to do this since the day I met you," Gavin confessed. He tossed the lube and condoms to Nines, who caught them without taking a hand off his dick. Nines eyed the condoms.
"We do not technically require these. I am incapable of spreading diseases, and I have not engaged in sexual intercourse before."
"I know. Thought you might want them, but I don't care. I want you to cum inside me, but you know, not all guys are into that and—"
"You're babbling," Nines pointed out. "Are you nervous?"
"What about it?" Gavin asked. "Are we gonna do this or not?" He climbed onto the bed and straddled Nines' chest, ignoring the gorgeous cock jutting up behind him. He lifted himself up, and Nines wasted no time in flipping open the cap on the lube, spreading it across his fingers, and slipping one inside Gavin. The cool liquid was slightly uncomfortable at first but it quickly warmed as Nines pressed further inside, brushing his prostate.
"Ah!" Gavin bucked on Nines' finger. "Jesus."
"Was that not pleasurable?" Nines asked.
"Yeah, my dick got hard enough to drill through a wall, you're right, I hated it," Gavin spat out sarcastically. "Don't stop now, you fuckin' android, or I'll lose my mind."
"I do not wish for you to cum too soon," Nines remarked. He pulled his finger out and lubed it up again, adding another. This time he didn't stimulate Gavin's prostate, and Gavin concentrated on relaxing enough for Nines' fingers to stretch him. The sooner they could get prep over and done with, the sooner he could mount that perfect android cock behind him. He fucked Nines' fingers, only to find him pulling out. Nines poured some lube on his hand and reached around Gavin to lube his cock.
Gavin bit his lip. He'd wanted this for days, since the moment he'd laid eyes on this gorgeous plastic prick and hated him, he'd wanted to get fucked by him. He lifted himself up and moved back until he was hovering over Nines' cock. He pushed down onto it, throwing his head back as he impaled himself on Nines' thick head. It was so huge he wasn't sure he could take it, but he took a deep breath and relaxed, letting Nines breach his hole.
"Gavin." The rich timbre of Nines' voice only made Gavin more impatient to take him, and he wiggled down further, stroking his own cock as he thought about how huge Nines was and how he was being fucked while Nines looked up at him like he was the world. Gavin grinned as he fully seated himself on Nines' cock and started to ride him. Nines thrust his hips as they built up a furious rhythm, and Gavin almost screamed as Nines hit his prostate again and again. It was too good, and he couldn't stop his seed from spilling all over Nines stomach as he came too soon.
"Jesus, sorry," Gavin muttered. He opened his mouth to protest when Nines grasped his hips and pulled him down, but the uncontrolled cry that slipped from Nines' mouth was worth it as the android came, filling his hole with seed. Gavin waited until he was done, then pulled himself off the android, coming to lay beside him.
Nines rolled onto his side and brushed the hair sticking to his slick forehead back. He leaned in and kissed Gavin, long and tender, his mouth exploring every inch of Gavin's, as if cataloging him for the future.
It was too much, too tender, especially as Nines pulled away and cupped his face in his hands. "Was it good for you, Gavin?"
"Fuck, yeah, it was more than good. It was fuckin' incredible." He rested his head on Nines' chest. "I don't want you to go. There has to be somethin' we can do. You're a living being. You're entitled to your rights the same as any other deviant. Markus will protect you. Let's go back to Hank and Connor. They can help us."
Nines closed his eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. "On the surface, of course the government will let me go. They have to in the wake of the android revolution. They'll bide their time and wait, and I'll die of an unexpected malfunction at the side of a pool somewhere."
"So what do you suggest?" Gavin asked. "You can't just run forever! You're damaged, and you're right—they'll find you."
"I don't plan to run. Take me into custody, Gavin. You'll earn a promotion when the State Department discovers that you've served your country with loyalty and eliminated a source of potential embarrassment. You could be Sergeant by next week, if the right people pull strings in the DPD. I'll be cooperative and come along quietly, if it's for you."
"Fuck you! You really think I'd trade your life for a promotion?" Gavin pulled himself out of Nines' embrace and sat up, perching himself on the edge of the bed and burying his head in his hands. He'd been hunting that promotion for years, hoping to make Lieutenant at a younger age than Hank. He thought about his personal pride, about the commendations and photos that had gone up in flames with his apartment.
He turned and looked at Nines, gazing up at him from the motel room pillows, and he hated the part of himself that was tempted, that would trade this living being for a better job. "I won't do it. There has to be another way." He scratched his stubble. "The State Department wants to protect their secret, right? So why don't we expose it? The irrefutable evidence is in your data banks. The American public will be fascinated by the fact that there's rogue elements in our own government seeking to start a war. They'll have no reason to chase you if there's nothing left to hide." He looked at Nines with new hope, amazed his last two brain cells had rubbed together to come up with the solution when the android lying naked on his bed hadn't even thought of it.
"Your logic is irrefutable." Nines' LED circled yellow. "I calculate an eighty-five percent chance of success."
Gavin was already thinking ahead. He knew a few folks at Channel 16 News. He threw them a bone sometimes when they wanted a homicide to light up the evening news and he needed them to stay away from an active investigation. He gave Nines the number. His heart pounded as the android called it with his internal system and the phone rang on the other end. His hand found Nines', fingers entwining together.
He loved this android. He was in love with Ambassador Nines, this stupid fucking android who'd given him nothing but hell and almost gotten him killed. The realization struck him like a physical blow and he was stunned by it.
"Hello?" A feminine voice picked up and Gavin almost forgot he needed to form words. His mouth flapped a few times without making a sound as he tried to reconcile the feelings flooding his body with the knowledge he needed to complete a task.
"Hello?" The voice repeated.
Gavin cleared his throat. "Yeah, it's Detective Reed from the DPD. I've got a tip for you. A big one. I need you to come to the address I'm about to give you without asking any more questions."
***
Nines downloaded the hit attempts, along with the final exchange with Special Agent Perkins at the airport onto a USB stick and Gavin handed it over to the reporter. She played it through on her laptop, her eyes widening.
"This is big," she said. "Real big. Maybe too big." She sucked in a breath. "I can obscure your identities on the video when we broadcast it, but the State Department will know it was you. The government's going to monitor everything you do from now on. You'll probably never see a promotion, Detective. The same hands that can make things easy for you can interfere with almost every aspect of your life. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Gavin looked at Nines. The android was fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the motel room bed with a thoughtful expression. He was beautiful, despite the jagged scar across his throat. They'd tried to kill him so many times, but Gavin had kept him safe. Would go on keeping him safe for as long as he was able.
Perhaps it was fate that his old life had burned to the ground, because nothing would ever be the same. He had the choice of his life to make. Gavin Reed would die and be reborn here, or he could tell the reporter to delete the data and let Nines go on the run. He wouldn't even know when Nines died, the android lost under an alias in some foreign country, hunted down and killed like a dog. Or he could turn Nines in for the attempted murder of government agents during his escape and bask in the glory of his promotion, knowing he'd killed the man he'd just made love to in order to buy it.
He snuffed out the voice that told him that was even an option. He'd tried so hard to kill that man over the years, and he was ready to put a pillow over his face for good.
"Do it," Gavin said.
The reporter uploaded the story from her laptop. "It'll be live with the morning news," she said. "I have to go. Thank you, Detective Reed."
"No, thank you," Gavin said, and bid the reporter farewell as he closed the door behind her. He locked it, sliding the chain across before turning back to Nines. The android held his police badge in his hand. It caught the light as Nines stared at it.
"You could have had everything," Nines said. "It was not logical to trade your career away for me."
"Well, I'm human. You were supposed to be an ambassador. Surely you know how unpredictable human emotions are?" Gavin took the badge from Nines, tossing it onto the bedside table like it was a worthless trinket. "I couldn't let you die out there, alone, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna pay for my promotion with your blood."
"Thirium," Nines stated. "It's called thirium."
"It's fuckin' blood, you tin can, it's just blue." Gavin gave Nines a little push and the android smirked. "Can you call Hank and Connor, let them know what's going on? They can let Captain Fowler know I'm gonna use my vacation time. We gotta go apartment hunting, Nines."
"We? Are you insinuating you would like me to move in with you, Detective?"
"Well, if we're gonna be a couple, it'd sure be convenient if we lived together, but if it's too soon, I get it." Gavin shrugged, preparing himself for the inevitable letdown that was coming. Nines was just curious, he wanted a quick lay, he didn't reciprocate Gavin's feelings…
Instead, Nines' lips brushed his, pulling him into a long, soft kiss. Gavin savored it, hoping it was a promise of much more to come, sealing a deal he very much wanted to make. "I'd like that," Nines said. "I have one condition, though."
"What's that?" Gavin asked, waiting for the kicker.
"I want our apartment to have a room for the cats. I am rather fond of the little beasts, but I would like to be able to shut them out when I am plowing you into the mattress."
"Deal," Gavin said, grinning from ear to ear. "When can we get started on the plowing part?"
"We can commence as soon as I place the call to Hank and Connor. It would be polite to warn them of the incoming 'shitstorm', as you humans are apt to call it."
"Fair." Gavin nodded. He pulled off his V-neck and lay back on the bed. "Better make it quick, Nines. I'm really eager to start round two over here." He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, letting the flaccid dick rest on his thigh.
"Lieutenant Anderson?" Nines asked. "Detective Reed would like to speak with you." His LED circled red as he caught sight of Gavin, and his lips turned up into a wicked smile as Gavin realized too late he'd played himself. Nines lowered himself to Gavin's crotch and started to run his tongue along the length of Gavin's quickly hardening erection.
"Yeah, Hank, it's me. Um, I need you to tell—uh—Fowler that I gotta use my vacation. I'm—Nines—gonna be a bit tied up for a few days."
"Sounds that way," Hank commented through the speaker in Nines. "Somethin' I should know about, Gavin?"
"Yeah. There's trouble comin' your way. I—I talked to a reporter about the State Department thing. Nines deviated and—"
"You told the media to keep Nines from bein' hunted. Makes sense. No problem, Gavin. We'll cover things on our end. You enjoy your time with Nines over there, yeah?"
"Uh, thanks, Hank," Gavin gasped.
"Oh, and uh, one more thing," Hank muttered. "Androids—they uh, they really like it when you—"
"Hank!" Connor's scandalized voice came through loud and clear. "Good night, Detective Reed. Good night, Nines." The call ended abruptly, and Gavin burst out laughing, the weight that had been sitting on his chest since the moment he'd let Nines go finally lifting. Nines lifted his head as Gavin's cock went slightly limp.
"Would you like me to stop, Gavin?" Nines asked.
"Fuck no," Gavin said. "I promise I'll give you my full attention, you damn deviant. Just keep doing that. Please."
~Fin