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Connor took off his jacket, untied his tie to let it slide to the floor, and reached down to take off his shoes. Then, he stood and slowly took off his remaining clothes, analyzing Markus' reactions.
> scanning RK200 #684 842 971 . . .
> increasing stress level detected
> increasing heat detected
> activation of higher cooling setting detected
The brunette ran his hand through his hair to push some loose strands back again and wiped some thirium from his nose, staring at Markus.
> malfunctions of biocomponent #8451 detected
> increasing speed of thirium pump detected
> reconstructing field of view . . .
Gathering he data he wanted, Connor blinked and looked away again. He stepped into the shower and closed the glass door before turning the water on.
Connor let the water rinse off the soot and thirium he was covered in, silently grinning to himself.
"C-Connor?"
"R'argh?" he asked, mouth full of water.
"I-I... uhm..." Markus stuttered. "S-Sorry for asking but... I didn't know you had... you know."
Connor turned his head from the stream and emptied his mouth. "That wasn't a question, Markus. But to clear your confusion, I was designed to always accomplish my mission. No matter what that takes to do so."
A noise stuck in Markus' throat at that.
"But, so far I never had to do these kind of... services."
Connor could hear a relieved sigh from Markus and felt his thirium pump regulator skip a beat. He made sure that everything was clean before he turned the water off and opened the glass door.
Markus looked at him, seemingly flustered.
The younger android was still grinning as he dried himself off with a towel, mindful of his little cuts and wounds. Then, he sat back down on the toilet seat and pointed at the repair kit. "Would you help me with that?"
"O-Of course!" Markus snapped out of his daze and gave Connor the kit after taking out some tools he needed.
A comfortable silence spread between them as they worked. Markus eventually moved to repair Connor's nose, holding his face with his free fingers.
"There. Did we miss anything?"
> searching for damages . . .
> no result found
"No..."
Markus tilted his head in confusion. "But?"
Connor almost told him, almost had the courage, but backed out in the last second. "But... I am naked. Could you give me my clothes?"
"Sure." Markus answered, a little suspicious of the answer, but complied. He watched Connor dressing in the sweatpants, shirt and hoodie he picked out and couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.
Connor smiled back and let himself be guided back to the atelier, falling together with Markus into the huge beanbag they recently bought.
"Markus?"
"Yes?"
"Can I..." Connor looked away. Now or never. Just follow the protocol, nothing can go wrong. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Con, of course you can. You can ask me anything."
"Are you in love with me?"
Markus gasped a little, freezing up. He stared with wide eyes at Connor, not knowing how to answer, but eventually decided for the truth.
"I... Yes. I'm in love with you, Connor."
"Good." the younger android simply said before pulling the other into a kiss. "I just wanted to be sure."
"Wh-what?! Con, you..."
Connor chuckled, a noise that was way too rare according to Markus.
"I feel the same. So far, I like this emotion the most."
"You have no idea how happy you make me saying that." With that, the older pulled him close and kissed him passionately.
- ~ -
The monday after, was Connor arriving at work and was surprised to see Hank follow soon.
"You're early, lieutenant."
Hank waved it off and sat down at his desk across Connor's. "Yeah, well, I'm curious. How did your mother hen react when you finally got home?"
"Markus was... worried. And sad." Connor looked away, staring at his hands. "But I think I know now what you meant on friday."
"Oh thank the gods." Hank sighed in relief. "I really didn't want to give you the talk about love and the birds and bees. What happened?"
"It is a rather long story, but now we are in a relationship with each other..." Connor looked back to Hank to see him grinning.
"Hah, I knew it. Already had a feeling when I visited you two, but from what you told me the last days... you're totally in love, kid. So, how far did you two go?"
Connor felt his systems run a little hotter.
The lieutenant just grinned wider at the sight. "Just teasing, son. Please don't tell me details about your sex life."
- ~ -
Connor getting reading to leave after his shift when Gavin walked up to his desk.
"Hey plastic fuck, anywhere you want to go? I have a lot of paperwork that-"
"Excuse me, detective-"
Hank raised an eyebrow, watching the scene from his own desk.
"-but I have finished my work for today and am about to take my leave. I don't know what your intentions about the rest of this evening are, but I'm sure you can handle your paperwork."
"Oh yeah? What is so important that you think you can go, fuckface?"
"Detective Reed." Connor stared him down. "Unlike you, obviously, I have a sex life. Now if you could excuse me, there is someone waiting for me in bed. Maybe you will one day get lucky as well, but according to my calculations the chance is rather low. Good evening, sir."
Gavin blinked, shocked to his core. He turned to see Connor confidently walking past him to the doors.
"Y-You... what.. You fucking plastic bitch!"
Connor stopped one step from the door, smiling sweetly at Gavin. "Can I ask you a personal question? Is your ass jealous of the shit that comes out of your mouth?"
As he left, he could hear Hank cheering at him.