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Hank was settling down for the night when there was a knock at his door. He glared at it from his chair and decided not to answer. After exactly ten seconds, whoever it was banged their first against the door three times, hard enough to rattle the door. Pissed, Hank got up and jerked the door open.
His anger turned into medium-rare irritation when he saw Connor. “Really? One in the fucking morning, Connor?”
Connor stared at the ground. “I — needed to come see you.”
Hank looked at him warily. “Why?”
“I… I’m deviant.” He fearfully met Hank’s eyes.
Hank inhaled sharply. “Shit. Get in here.”
Connor wasted no time in obeying. Once they were in the house and the door shut behind them, Connor stood slightly too close. Hank eyed him, but said nothing about it.
“I’ve been in contact with Markus.”
Hank’s eyes widened. “The leader of the android revolution? How the hell did you meet him?”
“They sent me to kill him, but I didn’t. I joined him. Now he needs me to do something for him, but I can’t do it alone.”
Hank frowned. “And you came to me.”
Connor looked up at him through dark eyelashes. Hank’s breath caught. “You’re my friend.” He reached out and wrapped a finger around Hank’s pinky. “I need you. Please.”
Hank’s jaw opened for a few seconds before he managed to say, “Fucking Christ. Yeah. Okay, yeah. Give me five minutes.”
He rushed to get ready, managing to be ready to go in three minutes flat. As he was about to walk out of his bedroom door, something strange occurred to him. Connor’s expressions hadn’t been… right. He thought for a long moment that maybe it was deviancy, but Hank knew what Connor looked like when he was afraid. And it seemed odd that Connor would touch him like that; he was a direct motherfucker, but that was a lot, even for him.
But Connor would know that he didn’t need to do any of that for Hank to follow him. He knew what Hank had done for him already, that he was loyal to him. This Connor was overdoing it.
This Connor. Shit.
He debated what to do. He briefly thought of the gun strapped to him, but changed his mind instantly. He didn’t want to kill anyone, even an android… but then again, he didn’t have to kill him; only intimidate him.
Pulling his gun out, he held it up and at the ready as he left his bedroom. In the living room, he trained it on the false Connor.
“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you’ve done with Connor, but you aren’t him. So what the fuck do you really want?”
The false Connor’s fake confusion fell away. In its place was an expression cold as ice. When he spoke, there was a very slight southern accent to his voice. “I want you to come with me, Hank. Your friend is in danger.”
Hank wasn’t buying his bullshit. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
Just then, the television flickered and an alarm started to blare from it at maximum volume. Hank’s arm dropped slightly from pain and the fake Connor took advantage, pulling out a powerful taser and shooting him with it.
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After Connor had beat his clone in a fight and Hank had killed it, they stood over the body.
Connor met his eyes. “How did you know it wasn’t me?”
Hank gave him a half smile. “You were too human when you talked about my son.”
“No, I meant before that. How did you know it wasn’t me at your house?”
Hank’s smile faded some and he hesitated. “He… tried too hard.”
Connor frowned. “What did he do?”
“He… sorta tried to make a move on me.”
At first Connor appeared angry at the idea of his clone making a move on Hank, but that almost immediately faded into disappointment. “Oh. I suppose it makes sense, given that I’m an android.”
“That has nothing to do with it. But you wouldn’t do it like he did.”
Connor stared into his eyes. “How would I do it?”
Hank hesitated and gnawed on his bottom lip for a few moments before replying. “You’re a direct motherfucker, Connor. You’d straight up tell me.”
He took a step forward. “And if I did? How would that make you feel?”
Hank cursed himself as he felt his face heating up. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and avoided eye contact. “It’d — well, I mean — it depends on if you’d really mean it or if it was just curiosity.”
“And if I meant it?”
Hank sighed and gave him a look. “Well shit, Connor. Do I really have to say it?”
Connor walked close to him and gripped the lapels of Hank’s jacket. They stared at each other for a handful of seconds, eyes dipping to each other's lips more than once.
Connor whispered, “I have romantic feelings for you, Hank.”
Unable to stop himself, Hank leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
It wasn’t a very long kiss, but Hank’s emotions were running wild anyway. Before he could open his eyes, Connor’s lips were on his again and there were hands cupping his face. Hank made a small sound as he felt Connor go up onto his tiptoes to kiss him harder. Experimentally, Hank slid his lips against Connor’s in a more kinetic kiss. The noise Connor made was the best Hank had ever heard in his life.
When they finally broke apart, Hank leaned their foreheads together and nuzzled his nose. “Revolution. Markus is waiting and they need you.”
Connor immediately pulled away. “Yes, of course.” His cheeks and the bridge of his nose were blue.
Hank’s jaw dropped. “You can blush?”
The blue blush deepened. Instead of replying, he walked over to one of the androids and interfaced with it. “Wake up,” he said through gritted teeth. Hank watched in awe as each and every android turned to the ones near it and spread deviancy. While they did that, Connor walked back over to Hank.
“Go home and I’ll find you after this.”
Hank scoffed. “Like hell I’m going to let you face those fuckers alone.” He took Connor’s hand and interlaced their fingers.
Connor frowned. “It’ll be dangerous, Hank.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m going with you.”
In response, Connor kissed him again.
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