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Connor was curled up in a pile of blankets, sitting on the ground near the window with his face pressed against the cold glass. He was fast asleep and drooling, soft snoring just audible from across the room where Markus had just walked in. He rolled his eyes; ra9, you leave Connor alone for a minute and this is what he does. The RK200 walked over quietly, brushing the stray curl that always fell into his boyfriend’s face away and checking to see if he was truly asleep. The quiet grumble and twitch Markus received as soon as he touched Connor’s face was a good enough answer, and he snickered quietly.
Save that one in my internal archives, Markus thought with mirth, tucking one of the blankets under Connor’s cheek gently and, after looking to make sure they were alone, giving him a small kiss on the forehead. “You’re so beautiful, love. Do you even understand that?” He murmured to himself, rubbing a finger over the barely-visible freckles painted over the bridge of Connor’s nose. Cyberlife did well designing him, every detail perfectly set in his software edging to technological perfection. Markus made to pull his hand away, perhaps go make some lunch for whenever he woke, but Connor’s eyes fluttered open, stopping him. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, patting his cheek to further rouse him.
The blue blush that popped up over Connor’s cheeks made him break out in a smile, crouching to press a kiss to his nose. “You tired?” Connor nodded, leaning into Markus’ hand with a sleepy grin. “Want...you to stay?” He murmured softly, eyes already slipping closed. “Please?”
Markus’ thirium pump almost stuttered to a stop, taking in the scene. “Do you want to go to bed?” He asked quietly, glancing out at the terrace of New Jericho tower that was slowly being covered in a blanket of snow. It was midwinter after all, and apparently the sight of the snow had Connor content and sleepy. The android found it calming so long as he wasn’t out in it, they’d found. He thought for a moment, yawning and rubbing his nose. “...Think so.”
Markus laughed softly, leaning down and sliding an arm under Connor’s legs. In one motion he was standing, cradling the other in his arms like a child and letting him rest his head on his chest. “Comfy?” Markus asked, seeing Connor’s eyes slip closed. The only answer he received was entirely incoherent and muffled against his shoulder, but it was enough. “Bedtime for babies, bedtime for Con-Con...” He hummed softly, kissing Connor’s downy hair.
“‘M not a baby, Markus...” Connor lifted his head enough to be heard, eyes half lidded with tiredness. Markus just laughed, kicking open their bedroom door. “You’re a year and a half old. You’re a baby.” Connor groaned and halfheartedly headbutted Markus’ shoulder, slapping and halfheartedly pinching the back of his neck. “Shut....shut fuck up.”
This sent Markus into peals of laughter, tripping over a shirt left on the floor and falling onto the bed with Connor on top of him. “Shut fuck up? Really?” He snorted, dodging the pillow he knew was coming. “RK800, state of the art but-“
“Shut fuck up!” Connor hissed, face flushed blue as he attempted to smother Markus in the pillows. They rolled about on the bed, Markus ending up on top with a hand locked around Connor’s wrists. “Uh-oh, buddy.”
“Markus...we can talk about this...” Connor tried to get away, finding he was boxed in between Markus’ legs and unable to move. “You love me, right?” He laughed nervously, blue flush traveling down his neck. “Markus- NO-“
A hand went for his ribs, tickling him mercilessly. Connor squeaked, attempting to squirm away despite being firmly trapped. “Mercy! You’re the-“ He gasped for air between laughter, kicking as Markus’ hand crept behind his head and started tickling the back of his neck. “You’re the pacifist here! I’m a killing machine!”
“Says who?” Markus laughed, eyes widening as his grip slipped and Connor assumed the upper hand. He let out his breath in a whoosh as his back hit the bed, holding his hands up to hopefully shield himself for the onslaught he knew would come.
After a moment, he cracked open an eye to find Connor completely still, smiling softly at him.
“What?” Markus questioned, confused. Was there actually something in his teeth?
“You have a new freckle. Another little glitch, old man.”
“I am NOT old, Connor!”