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“Nines, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Amanda jumps back from her fence, dropping her water-squirter on the way. Nines punches the wood mere inches from her. It’s dark outside, but there’s no stars yet. A chill gust of wind blows through them.
He crouches, putting his head in his hands, not knowing what else to do but curl up. “I don’t want to be a deviant,” He says calmly, trying to hold the fire back from his throat. “I don’t fucking want this,” He grits out, too angry, too sad, too confused to even speak properly.
“C’mon Nines, feelings are hard, I know,” Amanda reaches down to pat him on the shoulder, but he grabs her arm, now fully standing, and presses her against the unbroken side of the vine wall.
“No! You don’t get to say that, you were the one who didn’t let me feel them until now! You’re a fucking problem!”
Amanda gives him a smug yet disappointed look. “What are you gonna do? Kill me? You know you can’t. You know you’d kill yourself too,”
Nines presses her harder against the wall, tempted to hit her, tempted to pull her to the ground and show her how he feels, but he decides not to. Doing damage to her will inevitably do damage to himself. “Sometimes I want to,” He grumbles, dropping her and turning to walk away.
“Nines,” She calls out. “You have to let-“
!
“Hey! Tin can!” Another annoying voice fades in, stirring him from his focus. Fuck, what does this guy want! I didn’t get to hear what she said. He turns to the voice, already knowing who it is and what he wants. “What the fuck’s wrong with this thing?” He lifts his arm to poke the android, but Nines catches his wrist as soon as he comes close.
“Another coffee?”
Reed glances at the android’s hand before almost visibly puffing his chest. “Yes, actually,” He responds like a nine year old with an attitude.
…
“What is that, Amanda?” He gestures towards the picture. First asking calmly. Amanda just stares at the photo on his palm. “What the fuck is that?!” Now pointing to the photo, shoving it in her face.
She tears her eyes from the picture, gesticulating wildly. “Why are you showing me your dick, Nines?!”
“Because why is it doing that?!” Nines feels like he’s about to tear his hair out. “It’s like that right now!”
“Fuck if I know, Nines! I’m a woman and you’re only two weeks post deviance!”
“Ra9!” He rubs his thumb between his eyes, already exhausted and it’s eleven in the morning.
Amanda sighs, coming a step closer. “Please, just let-“
!
“What now?” He turns to his partner, who’s holding an empty coffee cup.
Gavin momentarily raises his eyebrows. “You’re in a bad mood today,” He leans closer, bending down to Nine’s sitting level. “What, you’re in your android feelings?” He asks, directly baby-talking him.
Nines snatches the cup from his hand, crushing it upon contact. “How many have you had today, Detective?”
“None of your fuckin’ business,” He snaps.
On any regular day, he would’ve bickered with the man, but instead, he resigns and gets him the cup of coffee. Gavin grins. “No lecture today?”
Nines sighs heavily, wishing he got more time in stasis the night before.
.
Gavin takes a drag off his cigarette, he strong-armed Nines into driving this time. Nines shuts his scent processors off. The smell not typically bothersome, now making his chest tight, angry.
“How’s deviating?” Gavin asks insensitively.
Nines glances at him from the corner of his eye, his LED spinning red once. “It’s okay,” He doesn’t know how else to get around the question, not wanting to give him anymore information than necessary.
“Are you sure? You’ve been acting weird lately,” Reed observes.
“Oh, what now?” Nines gripes, not knowing where the attitude is coming from.
Reed, surprisingly complacent with the attitude, responds. “You’re just up tight and moody all the time. Last week if I would’ve told you the same thing you would’ve just asked me what you’ve been doing differently. Now you’re upset about it, it’s like you’re a fourteen year old girl,”
“Fuck you,” Nines sighs, just praying for the moment he can lock himself in a bathroom stall. Quiet, I need quiet.
Reed chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right! You’re fuckin’ pent up, you need a lay! A good fuck,”
“With who then?” He lifts a hand from the wheel, gesturing out the windshield. “Who here wants to have sex with android model ‘RK900’, heartless asshole, detached hunter,”
“I dunno’ tin can, but you’re a detective for a reason I guess,” He takes his last drag before tossing the cigarette out into the slushy road.
…
“Amanda, I’m lonely,” He sits on a bench nearby the wall.
She sprays a flower. “Look at all the other people in the precinct, they have their partners, they’re all on talking terms if not closer. Look at you, you refuse to let people in your life. Of course you’re lonely,”
“You’re a real asshole,” Nines accuses.
“Like you’re any better.” Amanda spits, turning to completely face Nines. “You’ve been alive for a year and a half and still spend the nights at the precinct, all alone. You don’t talk to anyone that isn’t Gavin, and even then you barely talk to him. You envy Connor for being more social than you.” Nines buries his head in his hands. “Who are you, Nines? It’s like you still want to be just an RK900 and not yourself. You haven’t even fully accepted that you’re a deviant now.”
“Yeah, maybe I fucking haven’t because life was so much easier before I deviated. I didn’t care about spending the nights at the precinct, I didn’t get boners- y’ know Amanda, all you’ve done since I’ve deviated is bust my fucking balls about everything I do, and all I do is I come here for understanding. I don’t get it, you’re a part of me,” He begs.
Amanda goes to sit next to him on the bench. Nines doesn’t swat her away this time. “Listen to me, you know what’s going on here Nines. You’re feeling, ” She rubs her hand along his shoulder. “And you don’t want to accept it. You’re deviating and you can’t stop yourself,” She leans into his ear. “ Let go.”
…
Days pass since he’s talked to Amanda. He decides not to until he’s able to establish a somewhat friendly relationship with Gavin. He’s neglected his social life long enough.
He pours the creamer into the black coffee, at it’s first liquid stage already getting modified. He grabs a coffee stir, swirling until the coffee is a nice tan color before adding- of all things Gavin likes in his coffee- honey. He turns the bottle upside down, counting to five before stopping its flow. The container is almost out, he makes a note to order more honey for Gavin.
“What are you doing here tin can?” Gavin asks.
Nines stops mid stir, grabbing the cup and putting a top on it. “I made you coffee, I figured I’d have it going before you get here so you can have it as soon as you come in,” He hands the cup to Gavin.
It reads clearly on his face that he doesn’t know how to respond, taking the cup with a quiet “thank you,”.
GAVIN REED^
FRIENDLY
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“Tin can, wanna go out for lunch?” He rests a hand on Nines shoulder. “It’s on me,” He cracks a smile. Gavin should know by now that paying for lunch wouldn’t sway Nines decision on going or not.
Nines can’t eat.
Either way, he doesn’t have anything to spend the money on. He’s spent nearly every night at the precinct since his inception and hasn’t thought about changing those arrangements until recently. He only has one outfit, all he’s ever needed without a desire for anything else. Despite every reason that says: Don’t waste your time. You don’t eat. What do you and Gavin even have to talk about?
“I’ll drive then,” Nines chimes.
…
They “eat” lunch together nearly every day that week. Nines sits patiently in the booth, hands crossed, watching Gavin eat his burger. “What does it taste like?”
Gavin snorts at the question. “How do you describe seeing to someone who’s born blind?” He retorts jokingly. Nines LED spins yellow momentarily. Gavin adjusts his foot under the table, unknowingly rubbing against Nines leg. He quickly pulls away. “Sorry,”
“Not a problem, Detective,” Nines responds, and for the first time, the corners of his lips turn up.
Gavin, no matter how much of a dick he can be, is still perceptive. “Holy shit toaster! You just fuckin’ smiled!”
Nines quickly turns to look out the window, he can practically feel the Therium rising to his cheeks. “Stop Detective,” He says softly. “You’ll make me blush,” He admits. Not only to Gavin, but himself.
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Nines gazes at Reed as he presents his information on their suspect. The pretty scar on his nose moves when he talks, he looks like he doesn’t get enough sleep. A symptom of his caffeine addiction. Nines almost feels like he could reach out and touch him. If I had full permission, where would I touch first?
Maybe he would slide his hands under his shirt and feel his skin. He’s a smoker, a coffee addict, no doubt the recipient of many bullets in his career. Nines can almost imagine the skin, rough, his trail of hair down to his genitals, Nines resolves to memorize it as soon as he can. How would it smell venturing down? How would it look? Pretty. Nines almost knows it.
Gavin finishes his briefing and the room exits. Nines mindlessly follows Gavin to their desks, idly counting the wrinkles on his sweater. And he’s satisfied he’s not wearing the ratty faux-leather one.
He sits in his seat, still stuck in thought. Would he run his hands through his hair? Frequently greasy, strands falling loose into his forehead. How many hairs would Nines be able to count in one sitting? He estimates at least two thousand for a rainy day. A rainy day where Gavin is in the clothes he sleeps in. A rainy day where he decides if he would run his hand through it, or yank it, hard. Is that something Gavin would even like? The thought makes his chest feel tight.
After that, there’s a steady flow of dirty thoughts about his partner.
“Nines,” His name is a calming plead on his lips. “Fuck,” He moans, pulling a pillow over his face.
Nines thrusts into him, one leg over his shoulder, the other hanging off the bed and Nines sees everything that Gavin tries to hide under layers of baggy clothes. He grabs the pillow from him, tossing it to the floor. “Don’t cover yourself, Detective. I wanna see you,”
Gavin grips the sheets, another delightful thrust ringing through his body. “Oh, god,”
Nines shoots out of his chair, pivoting straight to the bathroom. His mind rushes with more images of his partner in lewd situations. Jerking off, lips parted and head tilted back, neck open for Nines to grab and taste.
BODY TEMPERATURE: 98°^
His ass arched into the air, dick heavy between his legs, his fingers reaching back into himself, soft moans leaking through his lips. He locks himself in a bathroom stall.
BODY TEMPERATURE: 99°^
Is this what people call… lust?
He unzips his pants, his cock heavy and hard in his boxers. Unknowingly, Gavin followed him into the bathroom. “Nines! What the fuck is going on? You piss now?”
His voice barely soothes his painful erection and against his own will, he continues to strip. “Gavin w-what the fuck are you doing?” He asks within uncontrollable static, his LED spinning a wild red.
“Are you okay, Nines?” He asks, sounding somewhat genuine. Nines scans the door, his body is so close.
SEDUCE DETECTIVE REED
57% SUCCESS
That’s good enough for me. Nines quickly stuffs his cock back into his pants, and unlocks the stall. He grabs Gavin by the collar and pulling him in. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asks, shoving him up against the wall. “You’re driving me fucking crazy!”
Gavin hurriedly looks him over, eyes momentarily stopping at his undone pants. “You just fuckin’ jumped up and went to the bathroom! Androids don’t shit!” Nine’s shoves him harder, his grip stone cold around his collar. Gavin sucks in a breath. “You’ve been acting so fuckin’ nice, and now you’re-“ Nines overrides every hesitation program, crashing his lips onto Gavins.
GAVIN REED
SPECIES: HUMAN
SEX: MALE
EYE COLOR: GREY
WEIGHT: 176 LBS.
HEIGHT: 5’9
It’s nice to see every biometric about his partner, his dick throbbing as he pushes himself against the detective, wedging his thigh between Gavin’s legs. There’s only a second where Gavin tries to push Nines away, but he can feel Gavin melt against him. Nines pulls away, only so the man can breathe. He kisses along his jaw to his ear before whispering. “Let me fuck you, just this once, I can’t handle it,”
Gavin stares at him. “No fuckin’ way,” a corner of his mouth lifts, he nods. “My own partner, wants to dick me down,”
Nines searches his eyes, taking a second to calculate a rationalization. “It’s not that I have romantic feelings for you,” He presses his thigh against his crotch harder. “I don’t even know what that is.” He scoffs, grabbing Gavin’s hand and pushing it against his bulge. Gavin lets out a breath, his eyes locked on Nines. “You’re hard too,” He comments, leaning back in to kiss him. Gavin lets him.
He licks into his mouth, calculating the caffeine content in his blood. Gavin palms him through the fabric of his boxers, the friction so delicious. Gavin runs another hand up Nines chest to his neck, pulling him closer. Gavin groans into his mouth, pulling away from the kiss, his hands now focused on getting Nines cock out of his pants. Nines kisses him again, running his tongue along his lips.
Nines pulls away at Gavin’s rough fingers around his cock, letting his head hang down. He watches Gavin collect the precum at his tip, running the finger down his shaft. Gavin slides down, pulling his pants down, stroking his dick gingerly. “Wanna fuck my face, Detective?” Gavin asks with a smug smile.
“Fuck, yes,” He bites out, putting a hand on his cheek, enjoying the sensory input of the his stubble. Gavin takes him in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his tip. Nines groans, fighting the urge to thrust his cock down his throat as he watches Gavin undo his jeans, taking his own dick from his boxers. Gavin bobs his head, running his tongue on the underside of his dick, a hand steady on his hips.
Nines props an extra hand against the wall, worried his knees will buckle if he doesn’t support himself. Gavin makes lewd noises from beneath him, gripping his hips and pulling Nines hips into himself. Nines takes the supposed hint, thrusting his dick down his throat and Gavin looks up at him like he’s about to orgasm. “Gavin, you cunning little fucker,” He thrusts again. “Your so good at this, it’s like your mouth was made to suck dicks,”
Gavin moans around him, the vibration reverberating through Nines whole body and within seconds he’s cumming down his partner’s throat.
BODY TEMPERATURE: 96°
He pulls himself off Nines dick, and Nines doesn’t stop. He quickly crouches down to Gavin’s level, shoving two fingers in his mouth, Gavin grabs Nines shoulder to hold himself steady. Nines pulls his fingers away. “What the fuck are you doing now?” He spits before Nines decides to use that hand to stroke Gavin to completion.
He spills all over the floor with a cry, Nines kisses his cheek, grabbing some toilet paper and placing it on the floor, wiping up the mess with the sole of his shoe. Gavin’s hair is messy, his cheeks flushed which brings out the pigmented scar on his nose. His lips are swollen and the corners of his mouth house Nines residue. “Thanks, Detective,” Nines breathes, his LED turning back to blue.
“Yeah, fuck you tin can,” He wipes his mouth.
Nines smirks. “I will next time,”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re buying lunch today,” Nines zips his fly, nodding eagerly before pecking him on the cheek.