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Connor never had much time to explore himself or his body. Prior to the android revolution and his deviancy, he never felt any amount of romantic or sexual attraction to anyone. Along with that, he never had any thoughts of self-pleasure. Nowadays, he was more than capable of both, but he was just too busy with his investigations at the dpd. 

Even with his newfound ability to feel desire, Hank was primarily the one that initiated sex. After all, as a human, he was much more needy than Connor.

Their relationship had been full of mutual learning curves; Now, Connor was just getting more curious. Despite being given genitalia by Cyberlife, he had never been programmed with sexual functions. That led to the fact that during the first few times he and Hank were intimate, Hank had to lead him through step by step.

Connor laid awake next to Hank, his body stirring with some sort of need. Connor didn't sleep, the closest thing he had to it was a standby mode, but he still enjoyed sharing a bed with Hank. It was supposed to be his 'additional processing time', but at the moment, he didn't want anything but touch. He nuzzled closer to Hank, practically just cuddling him.

He most definitely did not want to wake Hank up for proper sex. He supposed the alternative was masturbation, but how was he supposed to touch himself? 

He tried to recall anything he knew on it. Nothing. He adjusted his position on the bed, and took a few more moments to think. 

He could ask Hank how to do it. He assumed he would know something. 

Hanks' right arm was placed across Connor’s abdomen, gently holding on to him. Connor only had on a pair of black shorts, the circle of his thirium pump regulator vulnerably exposed on the middle of his chest. He lifted his hand, lightly grasping Hank’s.

“Hank,” he whispered. Hank continued snoring away. “... Hank.”

He slightly stirred, grunting to alert Connor he was awake.

“Can you help me touch myself?”

Hank opened his eyes, glaring at Connor lovingly. “... What?”

“I am interested in learning what masturbation is like.” Connor stroked his thumb against the back of Hank's hand.

Hank sighed, and moved his hand away from Connor's side. He began to rub Connor's groin up and down. Connor let out a tiny contented breath, turning his head over to Hank. Maybe in his sleepiness, he had misheard him?

“Lieutenant - Hank. I wish to learn- hf- how to pleasure myself… on my own…”

“I know, I heard you. Hang on, robocop.”

Connor nodded, his cock beginning to harden against Hank’s hand. He motioned for him to bring his hand down, and continued stroking, stilling only when Connor's hand met his. Hank reached into Connor’s shorts, pulling out his cock.

Both Hank and Connor’s hands hovered around his penis, untouching. “Know what to do next?” 

“No, Lieutenant."

Hank reached over, cusping Connor’s hand in his own. He moved it over to his cock, directing Connor to grasp it. He grabbed it with a moderate pressure, unsure of what to do. He looked over to Hank, eyes pleading for direction.

Hank obliged. “Test out some different pressures. See what feels good.” He let go of his hand.

Connor nodded, experimenting with going looser, then tighter; letting a tiny whine escape his mouth at the new sensation. 

Hank’s hand surrounded Connor’s once more, slowly beginning to direct it up and down Connor’s shaft. He released a shuddering pleasured breath, his LED flickering yellow as he began attempting to process the simulation.

The feeling of doing it himself was so much different than when Hank did it. He couldn't decide if it was better or worse. It probably didn't help that he was an amateur at this while Hank had years of experience. 

After a few minutes of guidance, Hank let go, letting Connor set his own pace. He rested his hand on Connor’s abdomen again, listening to the variety of adorable noises he kept making.

Connor shut his eyes, beginning to feel the coil of an orgasm building up in his abdomen. His processors began to heat up, glitching and stuttering, struggling to keep up. A few flashes of red appeared on his led. 

Hank's fingers lazily tapped against Connor's abdomen. “Feelin’ close?” He asked.

Between the static, Hank could hear Connor mutter out a “Yes.” He nodded.

“Move a little faster.”

Connor followed his direction, increasing the speed of his stroking. His hips jutted up against his hand, a glitched yelp coming out of him. Hank just let out a chuckle, and rested his head against his pillow.

“Mm. Goodnight. Have fun.” 

Connor wished to respond, but the static of pleasure in his mind soon overtook any higher function. He continued his motions, attempting to be quiet to avoid disrupting Hank any more than he already had. Logically, he knew Hank was awake, enjoying all the noises he was making.

He wondered if Hank would remember all of this, his noises, and pleasure himself to it. He almost wished he could look down to know if he was currently doing it. 

The thought spurred on his orgasm, his systems shutting down for a moment with the overload of sensation. He could hear his glitchy, breathy moans, but couldn't stop them. It wasn't like he had a reason to.

When his systems came back up, Hank was stroking his hair. Connor’s penis didn't produce false cum, so there was no cleanup needed from him. His head was limp to the side, opening his eyes to see Hank looking back at him. He knew immediately by that stupid look on his face he had been stroking himself as well.

Connor was too tired to care, not even having the energy to move much. The system overload had drained a majority of his given energy, and he was still receiving the residual overheating warnings. Hank turned over, onto his back, grabbing tissues from the nightstand to wipe his cum off Connor’s abdomen.

He tucked Connors’s limp dick back into his shorts, tossed the napkins on the floor beside the bed, and pulled the blanket over both of them.

“How're you feeling?” Hank asked gruffly.

Connor took a moment to think, blinking a few times before responding. “Im ok…”

Hank nodded, and continued stroking Connor’s hair until he went into standby mode. He fell asleep right after.

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Connor began to stir. His head buzzed, spots of white floating in his blurred vision. He blinked it all away, and picked up his head.

The last thing he remembered prior to waking up in this basement was being hit on the back of the head. It was likely with some sort of object due to how hard the impact was. He had been on patrol. He usually would have had his guard up.

He tested the ropes that held his arms behind his back, registering how the tension increased as he squirmed. They unfortunately held tight.

He examined the layout of the room, starting with any possible escape routes. There was a door, leading into a stairwell or different part of the basement. There was a thin rectangular window perched at the top of one of the walls, giving him the clue that this was a basement. Through the bars and grime covering it, he perceived it was dark outside. He was likely unconscious for an extended period of time. It had been light out when he was attacked.

He ran a bodily scan. It returned with no bodily damage. All body systems running fine. 

A few wires ran across the ceiling. Likely just electrical for the lighting fixture, which was currently off. The only way he could see was via the moonlight pouring in from the window.

No weapons currently in the room. No noise. No evidence of motivation for the attack seen. He assumed it was due to android hatred, but he would not be quick to assume.

Above him, he heard floorboards creak. His body tensed, but he forced it to relax.

On the other side of the door, he heard someone come down a flight of stairs. There are stairs on the other side of the door, he noted. The door swung open.

He immediately ran a facial scan on the man that entered the room, attempting to send it in a report to Cyberlife in case he couldn't at a later date. It didn't go through, unknown malfunction. He swallowed, and redirected to analyzing again.

The male was presumably middle-aged, with a heavy set body type. He had a thick, brown and gray beard. He was balding. He was holding a pipe in his right hand; potential weapon. He was white. The facial scan recognized him as Jackson Moore. No criminal background.

“Finally awake, fuckin’ robot?” he taunted, swinging the pipe side to side. He closed the door behind him.

That gave Connor a motive. He was correct to assume android hatred.

The man approached, staring down at Connor for a few seconds. Then, he began to pace back and forth.

“You- androids. Stealing all our jobs. Taking all our money! For what!” he ranted, occasionally looking back at Connor. He tried to tune all of it out.

Sensing he had more than enough evidence, Connor's focus shifted from collection to appeasing the man and his attack. He began to think. What would work? A dialogue option appeared in his mind.

He opened his mouth to speak— The pipe instantly struck him across the face. Thirium splattered out against the floor and the pipe, beginning to pour down from his nose. 

⚠ Facial structure facture detected.

He was stunned for a split second. He shook aside the damage warning, drawing himself together. What did he need to do next?

His training stated that pretending to be pained may appease the attacker faster. Their hatred was not easily overrode by the fact that androids could not feel typical pain.

Connor let out a groan, pretending to struggle against his ropes. He was not convinced the acting was good enough, but the man seemed to believe it.

“Yeah. Serves you damn right,” the man spat out. “You just keep your little mouth shut. Understand?”

Connor nodded vigorously, keeping his head down. He let out something as close to a weep as he could make, before limiting himself to just sniffles and breathing noises.

The man continued ranting. Connor just expected to have to act pained as best as he could, and eventually, he would either get saved, or injured badly enough to shut down. Either way the DPD would just upload his saved memories and restart him. That was until he grabbed Connor's face by the chin, pushing it back to expose his ‘bloodied’ face.

“Such a shame im gonna have to fuck you up. I’ll get my use out of you though.” 

What did he mean? Connor’s mind began to race. The man leaned in further, his face now only a few inches away from Connor’s. Connor could smell alcohol on his breath.

The man licked a stripe of thrium off his face. 

An uncontrollable mix of something between a cry and a yelp escaped Connor. It shocked Connor to his core. A beating. More taunting. Being shut down. That is what he expected. Not this, not anything near this.

He wondered where the DPD was. Did they notice he did not return from patrol on time? Did they care? Would they just wait for him to shut down, and upload him into a new body, rather than save him? Where were they? Where was Hank?

The man noticed his red LED, then Connor’s terrified expression. He just laughed in response.

“Afraid, little droid? It's only going to get worse. Maybe I’ll finally make you feel pain. Want that? Do you want that, little robot?”

Connor shook his head side to side. Please, no. He violently struggled against his ropes again. His pump sped up, he struggled to think. Such a pure sense of fear and self preservation. What was happening to him?

In the horrific mess of the man’s twisted arousal, and Connor’s terror, neither of them had noticed stomping coming down the stairs. The door slammed open, officers with their guns drawn pouring into the room. Their guns were pointing at the man.

“Step away from the android! It is Detroit police department property!” one of the officers shouted out.

His tracker was still operational. They had located him. 

When Hank got to the man’s house, Connor could tell he was inebriated. After all, what was new. But the look of concern, even shock, on Hank's face was one Connor couldn't forget.

In his rush to analyze every route of escape, and as a self-protective mechanism, his damage detections system had failed to report that a sizable amount of the back of his head had been crushed. The back of his uniform was stained deep blue with spilt thirium. The detectives were unsure if it was due to the initial attack, or an attempt to disable him.

Hank stumbled his way over to Connor as fast as he could, immediately grabbing his face with two hands on either side of his jaw. He began examining his face, noticing how badly his nose structure was broken. Connor startled backwards ever so slightly. If Hank had been sober, he may have taken the hint and backed off, but he was much different when he was drunk. He could hear that hank was speaking to him. He tried to listen, but he still couldn't quite make out what Hank said. All muffled.

Connor just nodded absently. The department said they could repair the damage. He could return to work as soon as he received service in a few days. The failure to report the facial analysis to Cyberlife was due to components of his processors and communications array being damaged. It made sense.

“Connor! Answer me!” Hank shook him, startling him out of his thoughts. Hank was worried out of his mind.

Connor yelped, pushing his hands up in the split second he couldn't realize who Hank was. The second he did, he processed that he should drop his arms, that Hank would likely not hurt him. But they stubbornly remained up. “Y- Yes. Lieutenant.”

Hank hugged him, careful to not get thirium all over his hands. Connor wrapped his arms around him as well. 

He began to shake lightly in his arms. If he was capable of crying, he was sure he would be right now. Instead, he was just staring. Unblinking.

“I felt fear.” Connor blurted out.

Hank’s hand tightened on his back. He sighed, and shook his head. 

"I know. Its okay. But please, don't say it to anyone but me. They'll shut you down, Connor. They will.”

Connor nodded understandingly, and pulled him a little closer. At least the warmth was nice.

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Hank had recently revealed to Connor that he was feeling bored. Not only with Connor, but with life in general. He wanted to try something new. Something exciting.

Connor hadn't expected it to be like this, though. He had given Hank permission to do anything, including dating apps, with the note Hank had to show Connor the person he had matched with before going on a date. Connor would never admit it, but that was just so he could run a facial scan.

He had approved the latest person Hank matched with, and they went on a date. Everything was normal, but when Hank got home, he had pulled Connor aside and asked if he was interested in a threesome with this stranger.

Truly, Connor didn't know why he agreed. 

Tense bundles of anxiety coiled his lower abdomen. His breath began to quicken as he ran his hands down their body. Just the fact someone else was there, watching and feeling him. It made him excited in the most horrible way. 

The stranger had found the idea of being fucked by both a robot and human at once hot, and Connor, desperate for control of this situation, had agreed to be on top. This meant Hank was below both of them, placed at the top of the bed. Connor and the stranger were at the end of the bed, the stranger bent over and preparing to suck Hank’s dick. They wrapped their hand around his cock, jerking him off before taking him into their mouth. 

Connor felt a knife of jealousy twist as he watched it play out. He pressed his hand on the center of their back, continuing to jerk off his cock. Hank reacted to his own pleasure so beautifully, it almost made Connor want to cry. Sometimes, he wondered if Hank felt the same way about him.

After a few minutes of stroking himself to the sight of Hank getting a blowjob, Connor decided to slide it into them. He reached around to their front gently. Their right hand moved from Hank’s thigh to grabbing Connor’s arm. 

They pulled off Hank’s dick, continuing to stroke it with their left hand. “What ya’ doin?” They inquired.

“Do you need to be prepared?” Connor asked, pulling his hand away slightly.

“Nah. Just put it in.”

He was a bit stunned, but pulled his hand away, placing it back on their hip. Their right hand moved to flip their hair over, then right back to Hank’s thigh. They took him back into their mouth.

Connor pushed into them gently. The thrill was different, knowing that they weren't used to it like Hank was. He understands the desire a little bit more now. 

His steady thrusts began to speed up. He knew he was overthinking all of this, that it was more important for him to feel good than for him to figure out why humans enjoyed this. Hopefully the feeling of them around him would shut his processors up.

They pulled off of Hank’s cock with a loud pop, licking their lips. “The droid enjoying it?” they asked.

They had asked Hank, not Connor, the question. They didn't even bother to look back at him. The objectification sent an oddly pleasurable jolt through Connor’s entire body. He knew his LED was probably flashing yellow or red, but he didn't care. He needed more of it.

Hank nodded, catching his breath for a moment. He looked up at Connor, making eye contact. “Yeah?”

Connor nodded, “Yeah. Mm.. Feels really good…”

It drew another moan of the stranger, just as Hank took the opportunity to drag their mouth back onto his cock. They obeyed, obeying to his rhythm.

Connor could barely take it when he began to feel the need to cum. He was already on the brink of overstimulation; He knew for a fact him and Hank were going to have to decompress after this. He began to pant, thrusting slightly deeper into the stranger as he leaned even more of his weight on them.

Hank came into their mouth with a loud groan, and they swallowed it all without missing a single beat. How much of a pro were they?? Another knife of jealousy stirred in Connor. He wished he could be as good as them.

Connor knew for a fact he was never doing this again, despite how satisfyingly horrible it felt. 

Soon after Hank had cum, Connor felt his body tremble as he struggled to regulate his breathing. They had turned their head around, just barely making eye contact with Connor over their shoulder.

“Look at his LED… About to cum?” They teased.

He nodded, whimpering a very embarrassed yes. Just then, he came in them with a glitchy, desperate moan. They nodded with a large, drunk-looking smile, moving their hips even after Connor stopped thrusting. His hands were holding their hips against him, but all strength was depleted by his orgasm, giving them the ability to move as much as they wanted.

The movement drew a few more unexpected glitchy moans out of Connor, making them giggle. Hank was just too blissed out to care.

When he was done, Connor pulled out of them. He collapsed next to Hank, throwing his arm around him. He pressed his ear to Hank’s chest, listening to his breathing deeply. Hank reached to stroke Connor’s back comfortingly.

They rested, catching their breath for only a moment, before standing up. They grabbed their discarded clothes off the ground, leaning on the wall for support before speaking.

“Mind if I use your shower?” 

Connor looked at Hank to make the decision. It was his house, after all. Hank just nodded, and waved them away, telling them to shut the bedroom door. They nodded, leaving.

Hank and Connor had a second of silence together, finally alone. Hank spoke first.

“How're you feeling?” He spoke quietly. Connor was sure he already knew based on how he was acting.

Connor took a few deep breaths before answering. “Overwhelmed… Sweaty. Jealous.”

Hank looked over at him, head tilted with confusion. “Jealous?”

“Yeah. Theyre… a lot better than me at this stuff. Sorry.”

Hank sighed, ruffling Connor’s hair before picking him up and adjusting him to sit on the more comfortable side of the bed.

“You know I could never replace you, yeah?”

Connor blinked, and made an affirmative sound. He rested his head against Hank, lifting his hand up to cover his other ear.

Hank continued rubbing his back. When they finished their shower and returned to the room, Hank did all the speaking for Connor. They finally left.

“Can you help me shower and change into new clothes?” Connor asked meekly.

Hank nodded, pulling Connor up gently as he sat up. “C'mon.”

Connor was too limp to really fight back. Hank led him to the bathtub, sitting him down on the counter while he briefly rinsed it out. Then, he filled it with water and led Connor in.

“Dont like a stranger's sweat on you?” Hank asked, dipping a hand into the water to rinse Connor’s hair off.

“Absolutely not.” Connor responded.

Hank chuckled, leaving him to soak for a moment before returning with clothes. They were Hank’s.

For a while, Hank didn't realize Connor was waterproof. It made sense. He cost the police department thousands of dollars, mainly due to his more advanced processors and more sturdy materials, why wouldn't they want him to be waterproof?

Hank helped him out, drained the tub, and dried and reclothed Connor. He didn't bother to take a shower himself. 

Hank had taken the initiative to change the sheets of the bed while he was grabbing fresh clothes for Connor. He returned them both to bed, cuddling Connor face to face. They shared a kiss, and fell asleep.

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The rest of the department had no idea what kind of relationship Connor and Gavin had. As far as everyone knew, Gavin despised Connor, and all Androids in general.

To be fair, they weren't entirely wrong. Gavin did hate him. They just weren't aware of the fact that the hatred turned both of them on. They also weren't aware of what they did whenever Gavin demanded it.

Connor was reviewing a few files assigned to him by Hank, when Gavin shoved him on the shoulder, disturbing his perfect posture. Connor knew it was him before he looked over his shoulder. It sent a dizzying buzz straight to his core, systems growing ever so slightly fuzzy. He turned and looked, noticing the discreet point Gavin did to one of the storage rooms. Of course.

Luckily, Hank was out today, so Connor didn't have to come up with a reason to disappear for 20 minutes. He gently slid the paper he was holding back into the pockets of the folder, and shut it. 

He walked over to the storage room, opening the door and entering as quickly and quietly as he could. He just hoped no one noticed.

Truly, he enjoyed being at someones beck and call like this. He presumed it was the direction-oriented part of his brain taking over. Mixed with the fact of how passionate Gavin was around him, with both hatred and lust, it was no wonder Connor was drawn to him.

Connor locked the door behind him immediately. He didn't know what Gavin wanted. Even if it was to beat and disassemble him, like Gavin had said he wanted to do so many times, he didn't care. He just wanted more.

Connor began to walk towards him, but Gavin put a firm hand on the chest, pushing him back rudely. “Slow down, plastic cop.”

Connor nodded, obeying. He somewhat hoped Gavin didn't notice how aroused he already was.

“That Cyberlife uniform looks hot on you. Especially when I make you fall apart in it.” Gavin approached, his eyes locked on Connor’s body, looking him up and down. It was humiliating. Also so, so arousing in some way.

Gavin grabbed Connor’s crotch, rubbing it strongly. A whimper instantly left Connor’s mouth, as he clutched onto Gavin’s arm for stability. He whimpered out a ‘please.’

Gavin laughed bitterly, grabbing his own groin next. The pace at which he stroked him and Connor were synchronized, perfect for him yet overstimulating for Connor. Gavin knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't care.

He moaned, trembling. His knees were threatening to buckle, but he kept himself upright.

“Be a good little android. You have this uniform on for a reason, right?” Gavin gave his crotch a squeeze.

“Yes.” he cried out.

Gavin stopped rubbing the both of them, pulling him over to a table at one end of the room. He forced him over it, unbuttoning and pulling Connor’s pants down first. 

“Maybe I should flip you over?” Gavin teased, pushing Connor’s suit top up a bit. He just groaned in response.

Connor’s synthetic cock stirred against the table as he began to gently rub himself against it. Gavin slapped his ass for it, but didn't bother doing much more punishment than that. 

Gavin pulled himself out of his pants, along with a small bottle of lube he had pulled from his desk and hidden in his coat pocket. He poured some on himself, thrusting into his own hand for a bit more. When he was done, he grabbed Connor's hip with his left hand, lifting them up to stroke him off with his lubed hand.

It drew another few good moans from him, and distracted him from the brief fullness of Gavin pushing into him. 

Gavin didn't give him any time to adjust, like normal. Just relentless pounding, disregarding any of Connor's personal needs. It only turned both of them on more.

Connor wanted to beg for more, but decided not to. Gavin wouldn't listen anyways. He decided to rub his cock against the desk just a bit more, his eyes squeezing shut. 

Gavin pulled out for a second, flipping him over. Connor’s hands scrambled to find something on Gavin to hold onto, finding no comfort. He dropped his hands onto the desk in defeat.

Gavin grabbed his arms, holding them down, conveniently right below his Android arm band. He finally noticed that Gavin hadn't made him take off his uniform. The thought of someone being aroused by something so simple in his life sent another stir to his core. 

In this position, he couldn't discreetly rub himself against anything. Luckily, Gavin had entered him again and began to thrust just as hard, if not harder than last time.

“Please- use me-” Connor gasped out. He must look so disheveled right now. 

Gavin rolled his eyes, thrusting harder. A few more minutes later, he came inside of him. The feeling was a little disgusting, if Connor was fully honest. Especially since Gavin didn't care if he got a release as well.

Gavin scoffed, pulling out. He wiped himself off on Connor’s pants, tucked himself back into his pants, but didn't walk out until Connor had come back to full operating speed. After all, he didn't want to leave the door unlocked and someone walk in on Connor. It was the only act of ‘care’ he routinely did during this entire exchange.

Gavin smoked while Connor laid there for a moment, letting his breathing and thirium pump return to a normal pace. He sat up on the table, noticing the cum smeared on him. It was a small amount, yes, but still there.

He finally stood up, fixing his clothing, then his tie, then his hair. 

“Do I look okay?” Connor asked politely, standing in front of Gavin neutrally.

“Yeah. Sure.” Gavin responded dismissively, turning and walking out. Connor took a few more minutes to process, and to let anyone that had seen Gavin walk out of the room forget. 

He walked out and returned to work.