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6 weeks ago, Gavin was assigned a new partner. RK900, a “perfected upgrade” to the other android freak, RK800. Connor, whatever the thing likes to be called. Just another robot cop from CyberLife, one who makes less mistakes and is easier to get along with than Gavin. Another inhuman replacement with a pretty face. And ever since, his life has been hell. He knows he’s an angry guy, and that he is hard to get along with, but he can do whatever the fuck he wants. The way he sees it, it’s his god granted right as a human being to be a prick. He gets that he is ambitious and brash to say the least, and that makes him pretty unlikeable by his coworkers or really anyone who speaks with him for 5 minutes. That just makes it even worse when he is trying to interview a shaken witness and RK900 is there immediately, in front of him with squared shoulders as if to say “I have this handled.” As if he, a fucking android, is better with people than Gavin is, better at Gavin’s own fucking job, the job that he trained to get for years both in and out of official context, the same one he put his blood, sweat, and tears into, the position that took his nights with casework and his free time with horrible images burned into his brain, and now this plastic freak with blue blood gets handed the position on a silver platter? How dare the world begin to force him into obsolescence just because he refuses to play nice.
He’s tired of having to deal with his new government issued toy, especially when it seems to have a mind of its own. The worst part is that he knows it can’t think or feel for itself, it’s just a glorified walking talking sculpture of a pretty man. Each little quirk of humanity or emotion, each snide remark it makes is just another thing that shouldn’t be happening, another way it tries to act “human” so it can blend in easier next to real people. The way it shows faux-emotion one moment then the next is back to cool indifference or a comment on Gavin’s incompetence pisses him off too. It won’t even pretend to be human properly like the 800 model did, with it’s constant search for personhood, the 900 just teeters between trying to be a person and being inherently unfeeling and uncaring. It’s infuriating. It’s almost scary.
The first case they worked “together” (Gavin did all the work) RK900 had sat back and followed the path of least resistance. Gavin could tell the thing was watching every move he made, every lead he followed, every word he said, sifting through with machine precision for any mistakes. It kept the same expression, a deadpan and emotionless observation, no matter what Gavin said or what it saw or heard. It made Gavin paranoid and jumpy, and when he finally did slip up, RK900 had said, with that same blank expression he wears at all times that “it’s ok. You’re only human.” As if to be human was to be below him.
That marked the start of it, really. A lot of the other folks at the precinct thought he just started off as an aggressor to RK900, but he tried to give the android the benefit of the doubt and really, the thing brought this upon himself. His position over the past 6 weeks has been doing his job, and ignoring RK900 whenever possible. When it’s not possible, he tries to make RK900’s artificial life that much harder. Which led to the other night, when the issue boiled over into a physical confrontation.
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RK900 is convinced that Gavin taught him how to feel. Not in some cute, first love kind of way, no, the farthest from that. Over the last 6 weeks, he has had to learn what patience was and how to keep from losing it all at once. He’s learned the taste of frustration and the bitter sting of anger. All because of Gavin and how he is behaving like a petulant child just because he feels insecure.
It’s not like Nine hadn’t tried bridging the gap before. Their second case together, after Gavin had already proven himself difficult to work with, was a violent murder suicide of a family that was investigated further as a possible homicide on a mere hunch. Gavin was shocked into inaction at the sight. His jaw was squared and Nine could tell he was barely stopping himself from baring his teeth as the android immediately began logging any visual evidence upon reaching the crime scene. Nine kneeled by the body of the youngest victim, a small girl, likely no older than 9 or 10, and shut her eyes gently. It’s as human as Nine had felt up till then, when Gavin, bewildered (and angered) at the show of humanity, broke the moment and said something shitty and rude about Nine’s respect for the dead being programmed into him despite being a mockery of the natural order himself. All it took was a remark shot back of “At least I have respect for the dead, unlike the one who tries to pick fights with their partner over a set of still warm bodies instead of trying to figure out what left a family dead.” and Gavin was storming out of the home, leaving Nine to log all the evidence and comb through the crime scene.
It’s like every time RK900 shows a glance of emotion, Gavin lashes out, and when Nine replies in kind Gavin takes that as some sort of confirmation that Nine is just an uncaring robot. He doesn’t seem to care that when he behaves rudely, he thinks of it as being human, but when RK900 does it, suddenly he isn’t even trying to be a person.
RK900 was built for a purpose. He is an upgrade to an existing model, another step on the infinite staircase that is perfection. He knows how to do his job because he was made to do his job. He refuses to let anything get in the way of his search for the truth, because he is uniquely qualified for exactly the thing he does. Which makes it all the more infuriating when Gavin does shit like push him aside from the door to the interrogation room and spit “Just let me do my job, ok?”
It’s nothing 9 hadn’t heard before, especially not from Gavin, but it pisses him off more than it usually would. So RK900 tells himself as he walks in after Gavin that when they are back at the apartment that the chief has all but forced them to share, if Gavin says one more rude thing, he will put him in his place. That"s enough to keep him sane (another thing he didn’t know androids had to be worried about) through the interview where Gavin breaks at least 3 laws in 2 hours.
The work day ends and just like usual, Gavin stands the moment the clock signals the end of his shift and darts outside. RK900 keeps up easily and manages to make it into the passenger seat of Gavin’s car, despite the man’s best effort to shut the android out. Just like usual. Nine knows he doesn’t have to breathe, but still holds back a sigh of frustration. Why did he have to get partnered with the biggest bastard in the entire police department?
They get back to the apartment with the average amount of Gavin road-rage and Nine feels (ha! If only Gavin could hear his internal monologue, the man would have a fit!) like he could use a stiff drink. Or a ride in an electric chair. All that to say, Gavin is already on thin ice when he makes his next stupid move.
“I don’t know why the chief is making ME house you. Waste of some perfectly good space, really. I would much rather just get a sex android, at least those are useful. She would know how to keep her mouth shut too.” Gavin remarks, walking into the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
“Gavin Reed, you need to stop with this. It is inconvenient for both of us. You know as well as I do that I am a competent worker. I can only put up with so much” RK900 says simply, monotone. It’s the first time he has addressed Gavin’s shitty attitude directly, the first time he’s truly talked back to Gavin, and it makes the man whip around with a venomous glare.
“Excuse me?” Gavin growls with a perceived righteous anger deep in his chest and starts to stomp toward the android “I didn’t ask for an opinion from you, scrap metal. You were built to sit there and take it, so-“
He can’t finish his obviously horrible thought before RK900 matches his energy. The android moves swiftly, with calculated intention behind every planned step, as he meets Gavin and leans into him. Gavin feels the fabric of RK900’s slacks against the back of his calve and the strong, immovable machinery that lays under his skin and staggers back on instinct, reeling and giving RK900 just the opportunity he’s been looking for. The android throws his other leg forward between Gavin’s, tilting even further into the man’s personal space and hooking his knee around the inside of his leg. The android makes use of his weight and strength advantage to take him down, the very same advantages that CyberLife explicitly instructed that he was never to use on a human. Gavin is no match, and with a crash loud enough that he is sure his downstairs neighbors will complain, he is on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The wind has been knocked out of him, and he is humiliated to see Nine above him showing no sign of strain. It is even more mortifying when he feels his dick twitch at the undisguised display of strength. Gavin is panicking, scrambling to gather himself. Terrified, he tries to throw a punch- already destined to be weak and ineffective just based off of his position and his shock, and RK900 catches his fist like it is nothing. It’s the first time Gavin has truly reckoned with the strength of an android that is designed with force in mind and it immediately feels unfair. It’s like Nine is a steel beam, with how he locks into place and doesn’t budge an inch. It terrifies Gavin. It sends a rush down his spine to know just what fate he’s been tempting this whole time.
He wheezes on the floor as RK900 throws his fist to the side, stands without a care in the world, and offers a hand to help the man up. Gavin refuses to take it, staring up at the ceiling and begging his cock to stop showing interest as RK900 retreats to the spare room he’s been occupying for the past 6 weeks. Before he does, he shoots a comment over his shoulder. “If I knew it would be this easy to shut you up, I would have done it ages ago.”
For once in his life, Gavin is speechless. He doesn’t know how to feel. It’s a mess in his head now, like he’s a scolded dog or a child sent to time out. What the fuck was that? He lays there for a while on the hard floor trying to force down the guilt of arousal at something so strange, till the ache in his head from his impact with the floor makes itself known, and even past that. RK900 is so much stronger than him, so much quicker. He is inhuman. Every step is purposeful, and no energy is wasted. On top of that, whatever is inside of him makes him as strong and unshakeable as the foundations of a building. An impossibly rigid and imposing figure like the trunk of an ancient tree, Gavin is just now realizing how weak he is in comparison. But on the floor of his apartment, in his shock and humiliation, he is forced to sit face to face with the fact that he is weak. The worst part is, the thought is making his cheeks flush. It doesn’t make him scared or angry like usual. It’s just a realization, like any other, a true fact that"s been cemented in his head by force.
It’s a while later when he slinks into the kitchen to microwave some takeout and swallow a few painkillers. His mind is fixated on what it feels like to touch the android, a being with no give or acquiescence in body. Such a ridgid form, unthinkably so, like a cliffside that refuses to cave even when faced with the constant battering of the waves. Like a lighthouse, he thinks to himself as he eats his 2 day old Chinese takeout.
It takes about 2 hours for this quiet contemplation to end, a record when it comes to Gavin. Soon enough, he is in bed, staring up at the ceiling again as he lies alone in his room, stewing in his own anger.
He can’t sleep.
It’s all that fucking assholes fault, the plastic detective that just won’t get out of his fucking way. His anger has lost some of its steam, but the root of it is still there; fear. Fear of not only the android’s strength, but of his careful and self assured competence. It’s like it has never even crossed Nine’s mind to do anything but trust himself implicitly. As if Nine’s own instinct has never let him down. It pisses him off. It makes his dick twitch in his pants. It makes him want to scream about how unfair it all is. The man-sculpture is making his face heat up like some sort of- some sort of queer! He’s only ever slept with women before, only ever loved women and ultimately, ruined them. He can’t be gay, especially not if he is attracted to his detective partner, and especially if that partner isn’t even a person. It"s a visceral fear that makes him unable to take his mind off of the thought of a man-mimic, or maybe just an anger at the androids behavior earlier. That’s what he tells himself anyways.
2 more hours pass before his dick is half hard and shows no signs of going down any time soon. The thought of the way RK900 invaded his personal space, pressed his iron wall of a body close to his as if it belonged to him, echoes again and again through his head. He blames it on his sleep deprivation, on his anger, on the injustice of it all as he fishes his half hard cock out of his pants. He seeks pleasure in his own palm, his hips jolting into the tight ring of his fist as he curses and groans. He’s almost certain that RK900 is deactive, asleep, whatever it is he does at night. He’s almost certain he wouldn’t care even if the android wasn’t. It’s been 6 weeks since he’s jerked off and it shows, his cock an angry red and dripping a frankly absurd amount of pre with each stroke. He bites the meat of his free palm, trying to at least stay quiet enough to not wake the neighbors. He isn’t sure how successful he is in his lust clouded mind. His stubble scratches his palm and his teeth leave an indent in his palm.
He wonders what Nine’s hand would feel like, the absolute end all be all power of him dedicated entirely to Gavin’s pleasure. He tries so hard to shut the thought down, the idea of another man in that context makes him feel strange. Almost unbidden, his mind conjures up the image of RK900’s face, the impassive expression the same as always save for his eyes darting around Gavin’s figure, taking in every reaction, every noise, every single data point he can get his hands on and catalogue and learn from. He whines loudly.
He’s seen the genitals of some android models, and tries to picture what might be under RK900’s pants as he lets his lust-drunk mind run wild. Maybe the perfectly symmetrical cunt that some male androids are sent out with? A velvet soft, slick heat that would make him bite his lip, make him cry out as Nine bounces on top of his hips, just as impossible to read as always as he takes Gavin apart under him. Maybe he is completely smooth down there like most androids made for a specific job unrelated to sex work. Gavin had heard this trick about those kinds of androids while he was talking to a witness in the Eden Club after he had seen one on display. A rumor says there"s a way to move your fingers and a certain place to press that would cause them to convulse and their legs to go out in the closest thing to orgasm that an android can reach. The closest you can get to weakening them to human level. Maybe he is hiding something similar to the large, cumbersome cock of the male android at the Eden Club? The idea of being spread open and fucked is foreign to Gavin but in his current state he doesn’t have the mental wherewithal to even try to call it anything but a welcome image.
Over-stimulation makes his eyes mist and drool spill from his lips as he tenses the muscles in his arm till he is left thrusting into his frozen hand, his hips stuttering. One, two, three more and he jerks and spasms as he spills between his fingers, rope after rope of thick white come showing just how pent up he had been. When he does, a cry of “Nine!”, muffled and half-coherent escapes his lips.
He doesn’t even take the time to clean up, wiping his hand on a towel by his dresser and mopping up the come that had painted his bare stomach and chest in white stripes. He is spent, and almost passes out. Just as he is fading, he snaps to attention. What had he been thinking about? Did he really come to the thought of a man? Not even a real man, either, it was Nine, a mockery of humanity given physical form. He weaves his fingers into his hair in bewilderment. When he checks the clock, he realizes that he should save this crisis for another time when he doesn’t have to get to work in 8 hours. He swallows two capsules of his sleeping medication and is awake for another frustrating, guilt and anger ridden hour and a half before he has a night full of fitful dreams.
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Nine feels vindicated, like all insufferable 6 weeks have finally, finally, paid off. Last night, before he was able to shift himself into sleep mode and run diagnostic checks or do any of the other chores he needed to do to take care of his body, he had heard a muffled noise coming from the wall that Gavin and he shared. He tuned into the room next door, sure the man might need some help with one thing or another, but simply heard wet squelching noises and soft sighs and groans. Nine listened closely, in stand-by, waiting. For what, he didn’t know. The noises got louder and louder, messier and messier, more and more desperate before, without warning, he recognized his name falling from Gavin’s lips. It was loud enough for him to make it out and register it as a call for him, enough to shift him from stand-by to action, sending him up and 3 steps toward the door before he overwrote the directive that is begging him to answer the request. He is going to love this morning.
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Gavin wakes up with mortification still at the forefront of his mind, and his blush still doesn’t die even after he finishes getting dressed and steps out of his room. Is he a queer? He thinks about starting a fight with Nine again just to test it out, but it sends him into a spiral of self hate. Oh god, he has to see Nine this morning, he has to WORK with Nine today!
As he is lost in thought, preparing breakfast in autopilot, he notices the creak of RK900’s door opening. He has to pull it together already, or else 9 will figure it out within an hour with those incredibly observant eyes of his. Gavin shudders uncontrollably and clenches his fist, trying to stop his own body revolting against him while he has company. Speaking of-
“What are you having for breakfast?” Nine asks in what is probably the most passive sentence that has been uttered in this apartment in 2 years. It takes Gavin off guard enough for him to answer without argument.
“A breakfast sandwich.” He says. He isn’t sure if he is making things up or not, but it seems like Nine is getting closer than he has before. Either way, it brings back the vivid flush that he had been fighting for the past hour. He notices out of the corner of his eye when Nine rakes his gaze up, then down Gavin’s figure and it makes him gulp.
“You know it’s the weekend, right? It’s our day off, the Chief says that if we come in today the we’ll be sent home at the door.” It feels so strangely domestic, almost luring Gavin into normalcy and non-aggression. He’s too flustered to be sharp right now. He refuses to meet Nine’s eye, the brief moment they had met had reminded Gavin of what he had done last night. To the thought of a man, no less!
“I thought we were working today. Well, I’ll finish breakfast then find something to do. Fuck off.” He says the last thing almost as a tacked on afterthought, a desperate cling to an anger he is too preoccupied to entertain. Trying to seem normal. He can feel artificial eyes on him, scrutinizing him. It makes him twitch.
“Did you have a nice night?” Nine questions. It seems innocent enough, but Gavin knows what he did last night and knows this isn’t something Nine would normally ask. He keeps his eyes on the eggs in the pan that hiss while they cool.
“Nice enough. How about you?” Gavin feels like he is drowning. It’s been ages since his last polite conversation, and he knows the fact that he is asking about Nine’s night is incredibly strange.
“I went into sleep mode a little bit later than usual, something kept me up. I completed an update though.” Gavin doesn’t even realize Nine is still talking, the bloom of fear and guilt and desperation making his ears ring all at once. He feels like a mouse being humored by a cat. He forces himself to relax. He doesn’t know what Nine knows. He is terrified. He is not gay.
“Well, good for you. I’m going to head out for the day after I finish my food.” Gavin states. It’s all he can do to stay calm right now, he can’t imagine a full day of this.
“Where are you going?” Nine asks harmlessly.
Gavin snaps “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, android.” He immediately feels like he has done something wrong. He feels Nine invade his personal space even further. Nine is right behind him, and the heat from his machine body and the vibrations of the whirring of electronics inside him give away just how close he is without Nine having to look back.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” scolds Nine, “We are partners and it"s my responsibility to keep you safe. Now, let"s try again. Where are you going?”
If Gavin had a tail, it would be tucked between his legs. It’s like RK900 knows just what button to press to send him on the defense. “Nowhere.” He mutters out the truth.
“That’s what I thought, pretty boy.” Gavin holds back a noise of surprise at the new condescending nickname that 9 has given him. “Now I think I"m starting to figure out what happened last night-“
“No!” Gavin interrupts him with all the desperation of a cornered dog. All pretense of this game is gone for Gavin, though on Nine’s end it seems like it’s still pretty entertaining. A thrill of humiliation shoots through him, and the dread of being caught pools low in his stomach.
“Let me finish, please. You just couldn"t help yourself, could you? All that anger is just a front. The moment a big strong man is in the picture, you melt, don"t you?” Nine purrs out into Gavin’s ear. He places his hands, firm and unyielding, on Gavin’s shoulder. When Gavin doesn’t respond, Nine lets his hand trail down the man’s chest, feeling how his whole body shivers at the light stimulation.
“Don’t you?” Nine repeats, firmer this time. His powerful palm slid down further till his perfectly manicured nails were teasing the zipper of his pants.
“N-No. I’m not gay.” Gavin grunts out. His eyes are screwed shut. He isn’t sure what he expects, but he is still taken off guard by what follows.
Suddenly, Nine is cupping his heat through his pants and using his leverage to pull Gavin’s ass flush against his hips. Nine grinds against the man, massaging his already at attention cock through the fabric as Gavin whines with the unexpected pressure. It feels like his world is coming apart at the seams. Nine takes the opportunity to whisper into his ear “Are you sure? You seem pretty into it.” Then suddenly Nine’s hands, as permanent as they had seemed mere moments ago, disappeared. Gavin opens his eyes again, slowly. He barely stops himself from crying out at the loss, looking over his shoulder in bewilderment at Nine who has backed off without warning.
“Oops! You don’t want those to burn do you?” teases RK900, pointing at the eggs. They aren’t quite burnt yet, but they are getting there quickly. Dazed, Gavin moves them off the burner and quickly enough he has his breakfast put together and a neglected, painfully hard cock. He tries to eat his food without thinking too much about what just happened, how he couldn’t respond to Nine the same way he used to. Nine has fucked off into his room, probably, leaving Gavin alone to stew in his own self hatred for enjoying something like that with a male, let alone a coworker who had made his life hell for over a month, not to mention one who wasn’t even human.
It’s about a half hour later and Gavin is in the shower, turning it as cold as he can stand and trying to do anything but think about what had just happened. Trying to do anything but think about whether or not androids with cocks can produce cum. He gives up 20 minutes into his shower and shuts it off, wrapping himself up in a towel that rubs uncomfortably against his still hard erection. Then he hears the door creak open.
“Gavin? Need some help with the little problem I caused?” asks Nine, who casts a shadow on the shower curtain. Gavin’s mouth opens to say… to say something. A yes, an affirmative, a slew of all the worst curses he knows directed toward RK900 and his whole line.
Whatever he means to say gets caught in his throat. What comes out is weak and not an answer. “Are you sure you’re waterproof?” It’s weak, even to his own ears, trying to deliver a pointed jab but instead it sounds more like a genuine question. Gavin’s whole being is betraying him right now. His cock won’t go down. The blush on his cheeks has spread to his chest and ears, painting him in blotchy red embarrassment.
“You know the answer to that, Gavin.” Nine says as he watches Gavin closely in all of his fallen apart, pathetic glory. He coos, a pitying noise that Gavin reacts to improperly if Nine’s arched eyebrow is anything to go by. He can feel his adam"s apple bob with a nervous swallow, his cock bobbing and brushing against the towel. He can feel the hungry eyes that trace his throat and the tent his erection pushes in to the towel. Can Nine even feel hunger? He’s doing a good job convincing Gavin that he at least knows the feeling with the way Nine is drinking in every inch of him like his body is a book to be memorized.
Is he really about to do this? He knows he can’t go back after this. What ‘this’ is, that"s up for debate. He probably won’t have much of a say in it, if the past 6 weeks of Gavin’s shitty behavior was still in RK900’s mind. “I’m not gay.” Gavin says again, trying to make himself believe it.
“Are you saying that to convince me or yourself?” Nine teases as he slides again behind Gavin so he faces the mirror, fingers gliding along the top of the towel.
“Fuck you.” Gavin tries to spit. It loses any weight without the ability to hide his aching cock.
“You have trouble telling the truth, don’t you? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it though, I’ll get you to be honest.” Gavin screws his eyes shut, mortified as his cock twitches noticeably again at Nine’s declaration. He doesn’t want to admit how good that sounds, so he doesn’t. He keeps his mouth shut. “Oh, are you ignoring me?” Nine asks. Gavin doesn’t respond at first, but when RK900 pries the towel from his hands and lets it drop to the floor, then reaches toward him and strokes his cock ever so gently, it forces a whine to erupt from him. “See? Was that so hard?” Gavin can feel tears building in his eyes.
“I’ll take good care of you, Reed. Just leave it to me, ok?” Gavin nods, a movement so small it would be imperceptible to the human eye. Nine picks up on it just fine though and is delighted. He wraps his hand around Gavin’s cock, caging him in against the counter. Gavin notices with no shortages of mortification that Nine is planning on doing whatever it is he is going to do in front of the mirror so he can see it all. A throb goes through his cock. He averts his gaze quickly but before he can find somewhere else to put his eyes, Nine grabs Gavin harshly by the chin, forcing his gaze into the mirror. It feels like a natural movement on Nine’s end, like there was no strain at all in the fluid and impossible to disobey movement. “Look at yourself, Gavin.” Nine says over Reed’s shoulder. “You are a mess.” Gavin would be inclined to agree. He looks like he is 2 seconds from coming untouched. His eyes trace his own body, then Nine’s firm hand around his already leaking length, and he shivers with his whole body. “You look like a whore.” Nine comments in his ear, staring at him through the mirror as well. His eyes are unblinking, a feature of androids that makes him seem like he is trying to get every second he can out of this. Gavin whines again.
Then RK900’s hand starts to move up and down Gavin’s shaft. Slowly at first, his palm artificially warmed and so incredibly tenacious, and he’s good. Gavin hasn’t slept with anyone for a while, even before RK900 gave him an excuse to avoid bringing anyone home, which just makes it feel even better. He knows 9 is studying him, figuring out the best way to move, and feels every micro-adjustment Nine makes in response to his expression or body language. It"s enough to make him melt. He tries to close his eyes again but almost immediately after he does, Nine stops his hand and grabs Gavin by the throat, a barely-there but still ever-present pressure to serve as a reminder to keep his eyes on the show. It’s scary. It’s incredibly, mind numbingly hot. When Gavin opens his eyes with a gasp, the strokes begin again. Nine learns from every single thing he does and it makes his experience ramp up significantly in intensity very quickly. Nine rubs a thumb along a prominent vein on his shaft, making him shiver and his knees almost threaten to give out. It’s something about the thin layer of false skin that does well enough to fool sight into thinking androids are organic, but the moment you touch it you know that it isn’t human. The space an android body occupies feels unshakeable and unchanging.
Soon enough, Nine’s hand is moving rapidly and Gavin struggles to keep his eyes open through the tears that gather in their corners. It feels like Nine overshot orgasm and went straight to overstimulation. Gavin buckles over, bracing himself on the counter and forcing the hand away from his throat. It quickly finds a new thing to do, pulling his hips harshly back against Nine’s who grinds against Gavin’s ass. Gavin’s eyes widen as he recognizes the hard length that lies in Nine’s pants. He groans again, trying desperately to keep his eyes open and obey Nine. His hips jump and his knees try to buckle though each time, Nine’s steady and strong grip on him prevents him from even moving. It’s all he can do to keep himself from moaning like a slut.
Gavin’s orgasm catches even himself off guard as his whole body goes stiff and he shakes and erupts over Nine’s hand. But Nine doesn’t stop, not even when Gavin tries to bat his hand away weakly. Nine simply keeps stroking him, milking him dry till the tears spill down his cheeks and he feels a sob growing in his chest as he tries to escape the androids iron grip. Finally, finally, Nine slows to a stop. Gavin braces himself against the counter again. He really does look like a whore.
“Fuck you” he tries, though the amused look he gets from Nine makes him almost wish he hadn’t. He tries to stand but his legs shake slightly, and immediately Nine is picking him up and holding his naked body against his still fully clothed one, letting Gavin’s cock rub against the fabric of Nine’s shirt. Letting Gavin’s cock rub against the outline of Nine’s own. Nine picks Gavin up like he weighs nothing and totes him to his room, the one with the large, floor to ceiling mirror before setting him down. Nine looks around then spreads out a blanket, then a towel, then picks up Gavin and presses him against the floor in front of the mirror. When Gavin simply sits on his knees, Nine pushes him forward by the shoulder blades and pins him there like it"s the easiest thing in the world.
Gavin’s ass is left up in the air and completely defenseless and he is forced to stare at himself and watch as Nine begins to massage his thighs, then ass, pulling his cheeks apart to look at his hole. He takes one finger and rubs the puckered ring, trying to loosen it just slightly. It feels strange to Gavin, unfamiliar and weird, and he feels exposed. The strangest thing he’s felt today, though, is the way suddenly Nine’s finger is lubricated. He knew that was something RK900 and even RK800 could do, produce a body and machine safe lubricant to keep themselves working well, but he didn’t know they could secrete it. When RK900 pushes that first finger into him, Gavin cries out. It feels strange, weird, unpleasant. He wants it out. But he is pinned down, and Nine is saying such sweet things to him.
Nine drapes his body over Gavin’s with his finger still teasing his hole, telling him “You are doing so good for me, just a bit longer and it will feel so good. Don’t you want to be good?” Gavin’s still soft cock twitches, makes an effort to harden again at the praise and he swears if his blush gets any darker it will make him look like an overripe tomato. 9 notes it, takes stock of Gavin’s body language. He is starting to open up, so Nine pushes deeper, deeper, deeper until Gavin is crying out and taking the whole finger. Then Nine crooks his finger just so and Gavin sees stars, feels a sort of gut-punch pleasure he has never felt before and notices only distantly the smirk that Nine shoots him in the mirror while he drools.
“W-what was that?” he half talks around a mouth full of pleasured sobs.
Nine laughs and crooks his finger again. “This? It’s your prostate. Have you never taken cock before? You were so needy for it earlier…” Nine teases as Gavin’s whole body spasms involuntarily.
Nine begins thrusting slowly, crooking his finger towards Gavin’s sweet spot on every other push inward. Gavin feels confused, body and brain all mixed up on whether he wants more or less, both or neither, in or out. His cock is making an earnest effort to re-harden but he just came and he is still sensitive as all hell. Nine adds another finger, then another, till Gavin’s hole is swallowing 3 of Nine’s fingers at once and they drag against his prostate consistently. He can barely keep enough of his mind to bring his eyes open and locked on Nine’s intent expression and he finger fucks him thoroughly. Gavin whines something indistinct, and though he knows Nine can hear it, the asshole still makes him clarify, amused: “What was that, pretty boy? I couldn’t hear you.”
Gavin manages to request again, around the drool and sobs and empty-headed pleasure, “More, pl-please” he cries into the air. Nine pulls his fingers out of Gavin’s hole and stands, then unzips his pants and takes out his cock. Gavin tries to look away from the mirror, but Nine shoves his foot into his shoulder blades as a warning.
“You want my cock! See, that wasn’t so hard to admit. You like cock, so what? Get over yourself. It"s just silly how worried you are about being gay when it"s clear you love dick so much.” Nine says something insufferable again, but the moment Gavin goes to try to get up, he realizes that unless Nine allows it, it won"t happen. It doesn’t take long for Gavin to get distracted by the sight of the android’s cock. It’s big, and it makes Gavin’s mouth go dry. He doesn’t know how he can possible go from never having had anything in his ass before to taking all of that in one day. Nine lifts his foot and lets Gavin to settle in a comfortable sitting position now, promising “I’ll show you just how good it feels to have something in your mouth to shut you up for once, how does that sound?” as he plays with Gavin’s open mouth with his clean fingers. Gavin whines lowly as he is forced towards Nine’s dick by a hand in his hair when the android doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’m waiting, slut. The one time I actually want you to open your mouth and you’re too fucked out to understand. Christ, you never learn, do you?” Nine condescends fondly and sweetly, as if Gavin just didn’t know any better.
Gavin opens his mouth dumbly and drags his tongue up Nine’s fake cock, though Nine bucks into the attention like any flesh and blood man would. Gavin swirls his tongue around the head, trying to remember exactly what the girls who had given him blowjobs had done well. He laps up the whole length, bringing a timid hand up while peering into Nine’s amused face for approval. Then he takes a breath and pushes down as far to the base of Nine as he can go, swallowing around his long, thick, warm length uncontrollably. It’s only moments later when he pulls off hastily, face wet with drool, to avoid a gag. Nine pats his cheek, patronizing and confident, then slips his fingers back into Gavin’s hair, forcing him onto the cock again.
Gavin does the best he can for a while, using his hands to work on the parts he can’t reach and trying so hard that Nine finds it cute. Eventually, Nine pulls Gavin off of his cock and positions himself behind him again. He forces Gavin in place infront of him with just one hand on his collarbone, having the man arch against his front. Then, with little fanfare, Nine begins to slowly push his cock inside the man while on his knees. Gavin cries out at the stretch and is pushed toward the mirror, and Nine sighs at the warmth wrapping his tip in a vice. He never lets up, continuing an impossibly long ease into Gavin’s tight hole, till his hips meet Gavin’s ass and the man is shaking and his eyes are as wide as saucers and his mouth hangs open. Nine lets it rest, his body sitting completely ridgid, until he feels Gavin begin to squirm from his spot impaled on the androids cock. The moment he does, he begins a slow pull out, the sort that makes Gavin scramble for something to grab and hold onto like a lifeline. It leaves Gavin breathless and eager when Nine forces his way back in… then out… slowly, again and again until he is taking it without any pain. When Nine picks up the pace it is still jarring and jaw dropping and Gavin can see himself in the mirror, messy and wanting, his cock fully hard again as he bounces on another man’s dick.
Gavin is pushed into the floor again and now Nine’s pace is brutal as he drives into the man under him, snapping his hips harshly in and out and watching Gavin’s rim stretch around his length. He smirks again, pinning the man in place like a bug and fucking him silly, “Nine! G-God, Nineee” whines Gavin, and all Nine does in response is fuck him harder. Then Nine drapes himself over Gavin’s back again, hips pistoning into him like a jackhammer as he reaches over his thigh, into his lap, wrapping his hand around his already weeping cock. Gavin sobs into the air again at the feeling, and Nine laughs at the pathetic sound and fucks as deep into Gavin as he can, then grinds in place while holding his fingers in a tight ring around the base of Gavin’s dick. Nine adjusts so he can place both of his hands on Gavin’s cock and start fucking him at a fast pace again. He has some fingers in a ring around the base of Gavin’s cock to keep him from coming still, but uses his free hand to pet Gavin’s cockhead and tease him further. Gavin is moaning wantonly with all the attention, his dick throbbing in arousal.
“You want to come? You want to come all over my fake cock?” Nine asks in a way that lets Gavin know the android knows the answer and just wants to hear it from Gavin’s fucked out mind.
“Yesss” Gavin slurs with unfocused eyes and Nine eases the pressure around Gavin’s base, instead fucking his grip over Gavin’s sensitive cock. Gavin gasps and goes tense, doesn’t even know if he can come again, then spills a weak load into the ring of Nine’s palm, who brings it up to his mouth and laps at it. Nine’s hips don’t stop, barely even slow though, even after Gavin came.
“Did you forget about me? Androids like me can orgasm you know, we blow a load and everything. Just like a human man. Though it takes us a bit more time.” Nine says fondly without breaking their brutal pace, and Gavin shivers again, taking his cock happily.
An hour later, Gavin is dizzy and fucked stupid. He came dry for the first and second time, and still, Nine hasn’t let up, the only change being in pattern. Gavin wants it to be over. Gavin wants it to never end. But he feels Nine’s consistent pistoning start to stutter in its current pattern and somehow Gavin just knows its coming. Sure enough, Nine’s pace speeds up and he drives harsher and harsher into the man’s ass, burying his dick as deep as he can and filling Gavin’s spent hole with artificial come. It floods into him, an amount Gavin didn’t even know was possible for an android to synthesize, and stays inside Gavin for a moment as Nine recovers. “Good job, you did so well for me. Wasn’t that nice?” Gavin nods on instinct as come leaks out of his hole around Nine’s cock.
Nine slowly pulls out and his flood of come follows, leaking out embarrassingly quickly in Gavin’s opinion. Gavin collapses into a heap when the structure of Nine disappears, though Nine comes back quickly with a few wet washcloths to clean Gavin up. When Gavin is sufficiently clean, Nine picks him up tenderly and places him carefully on the bed, then cleans up the floor. As Gavin drifts off, he almost looks happy with the world, and Nine tangles their limbs together after he is done with cleanup.