Thread by @FastHankconSmut

A little mini thread on this tweet here, then I’m going right back to my mob boss shit, I swear.

✨ Hank1700, really fast paced and ramble-y

❌I’m sure there’s a warning for a thread like this, but I don’t know what? Proceed with caution.

https://twitter.com/FastHankconSmut/status/1206383468097224705

Connor, Nines, and Hank all have a professional relationship. That little smile and big ass hug Hank and Connor shared at the Chicken Feed is the most touchy-feely they’ve had the chance to be with one another, so they’re at a comfortable place in their friendship, but it’s

only a friendship.

Connor doesn’t allow himself to think any further than that, though the thoughts lurk dangerously at the edge of his kind- dirty thoughts. It’s becomes pretty easy not to with the little pop-up blocker he installs for anytime his thoughts start to stray a bit.

As far as Nines goes, Connor has no issues of feeling disrespectful for having such thoughts, because they aren’t particularly close. He knows next to nothing about who Nines is beyond a taller, bigger, bolder version of himself, and his far more efficient makeup. He’s something

to admire, that’s for damn sure, but Connor doesn’t let it get any farther than that.

Of all the people that had to notice the way Connor looks at him, though, it had to be Gavin- who has no qualms spreading word of Connor being a self-absorbed, egocentric, cumbrain, of course,

who wants to do the dirty with his own phking model.

Word gets out to *everyone*. Even Captain Allen is giving Connor weird smirks and fighting back teasing him- his own friend.

But, Nines, who’s heard it straight from Gavins mouth, doesn’t ever acknowledge it.

He looks at Connor just the same, treats Connor just the same, talks to him just the same. Connor is tempted to get it out of him whether he even knows about it via a link, but he’s afraid some things he definitely does not want Nines to feel will slip through.

Life goes on, android-kind has a pretty good thing going with their human counterparts. Android people like Connor, and Nines, and Nina from reception can be invited to parties primarily meant for humans and feel quite welcomed attending them. Some androids have more to talk

about with humans than others, but Connor is getting better at small talk, despite being a mini-grade war machine, and Nines is fine letting others do the talking. They’re at the DPD Christmas party East, being entertained by Officers Chris and Tina, listening to them talk about

a bust downtown they supposedly missed all the action on. Hank joins them later to see why Connor has been talking way too loudly about his passion for orally analyzing things, at Tina’s request.

They talk for a while, Hank admiring how good Connor has gotten about holding a

conversation, and looks happy to see the other androids at the party enjoying themselves. It’s weird to think about- honestly, he’d never thought he’d see the day.

Connor is feeling pretty good right now, he’s got his circles of friends- some of the human ones- talking to him

despite some of his weird, obvious quirks, just happy to have the company. And, Connor craves this validation, this acceptance, and thrives on it. Hank knows this. Subsequently, Nines also knows this. Neither can help gravitating towards him while the others talk.

Eventually, Reed joins, for once, keeping his trap shut in favor of listening, but Hank takes it as his cue to escape all the conversation- socializing, even with all the practice he gets from talking to Connor, is still hard for him. It’s once Hank is out of earshot that Gavin

pipes up, again.

“This must be torture for him. Two pretty, plastic toys in one place.”

“You think were pretty, Detective Reed?” Nines deadpans, but Connor looks worried- especially as Officer Miller quickly excuses himself.

“I think you’re a glorified fucktoy, for sure. I’ve seen enough of your genital attachments in fucking magazines.”

Nines looks abysmally unfazed by Gavin’s little attempt to rouse a reaction and goes to say something, but Connor chimes in- desperate to know what Reed meant by

that.

“Excuse me, Detective. What do you mean?”

Gavin chugs half of his beer, cuts his eyes over at Tina who looks equally confused, and decides this little tidbit hasn’t gained as much popularity as Connor’s business had. Perhaps, out of respect for the Lieutenant.

Then he leans back and sizes Connor up. How could he not know, though? They were partners.

He shrugs and says as nonchalantly as it deserves, that “Anderson has a thing for twins.”, because it’s really not something to get bent over. To each his own, says Gavin, and having Nines

as a partner has really popped out some of the dents in Gavin’s attitude. He was a lot more tolerant now of the differences in people- androids included.

Connor feels like his body has just been weighted down to the floor. He stands there staring at nothing in particular, and

trying to process what he’s just heard- whether it’s real and if it extends to men. And, as afterthought, how long Hank had had such an infatuation.

Then he looks at Nines.

Nines looks perfectly indifferent about the matter, and it only takes Connor a second to realize that

he’d been in on this secret. Nines had picked up on this little bit somewhere, too.

Then he makes a face at Connor, a mix between confused, concerned, and suspicious, then his faces changes again and Connor can see the exact moment it dawns on him. He knows he must have given

himself away by the way he’s looking at Nines, clearly flustered about this bit of information, because he’d seen Nines and himself with this potential. Connor feels his face drain and burn all at once, and Nines has never looked so surprised before.

That’s when Gavin, feeling like the only one with a pair of working eyes, backs himself out of that situation real quick like, and taking Tina with him.

The next day at work, Connor keeps his head down and his link closed- he doesn’t trust whatever feeling he’s having right now

not to leak out of him in waves and flood every android in the precinct. Hank stumbles in finally, taking his seat across from him at his desk, and looking like he’s sporting a hangover.

Connor didn’t like to see him like that- Hank rarely drank to the point of illness, unless

it was to do with a...’stressful subject’. Well, he was right about that.

Hank tried to spend the day saying as little as possible to him, though not because of the pounding drumming his brain.

He knows he needs to say this, despite his nerves setting him alight, and there’s no

time like the present to get the air finally cleared.

“I, uh...I’m sure you heard about my...”

Connor tilts his head, and Hank swallows. It’s hard enough to look at him, but having to explain this is torture.

“My thing for, y’know...twins and all that.”

Connor’s goes stiff, face pale, which Hank was afraid of this.

Slowly, the android turns and looks at Nines standing idly by Gavin’s desk, reading something in his hands. Hank doesn’t notice.

“But, like, it’s really important to me you don’t think of me like that guy at the Eden Club. Y’know?” Hank curses himself for saying ‘like’ too much, but it was a nervous habit.

“That guy that tried to kill both of those girls with the same model.”

Hank couldn’t stand the thought of it- a nasty, old fucker like him, getting his rocks off on this of all things.
But, he wasn’t a total sicko, he wasn’t disgusting enough to have thoughts like that, Jesus.

He’d never fucking choke someone to death- and, maybe that was painfully

obvious to everyone involved, but Hank needed Connor to know that. He needed him to hear the words come out of his mouth. He’d made himself sick practically, thinking about when Connor told him he’d gotten some of the Traci’s ‘memories’, some of her trauma, and then thinking

about the fact she‘d shard a face with someone, fueling the fantasy that nasty bastard had for a ‘twins’ fetish. Did Connor think of Hank like that when he‘d heard the news?

Connor doesn’t say anything, just blinks big, dopey eyes dazedly up at him, darting back and forth over

to where Nines is now linking to Gavin’s terminal and changing his settings to Portuguese, because he had to go and be an impatient brat on him.

Hank’s holding is breath, waiting for Connor to say something, to tell him that he’d never even considered his friend to be like that,

but every passing second fuels the fire of doubt in Hank’s belly and makes him feel like he’s committed the most egregious atrocity by being sexually aroused by such a thing. And, yeah, fair enough.

But, he hadn’t become Detroit’s youngest police Lieutenant for nothing, and

suddenly Hank is seeing the way Connor’s pupils have gone wide, lost in all that brown, and then where they‘re looking at. Then the dark color painting his cheeks.

Hank almost can’t believe it. He stares, and thinks, and looks, and doubts, but it all just suddenly seems to make

sense. Hank’s not wearing any blinders, he’s seeing the truth for what it is.

He murmurs something like a curse under his breath, eyes glued over to Nines and gaping like an idiot probably. Then, as if sensing Hank’s staring, Nines looks up at sees the look on Hank’s face,

followed by Connor with his lip tucked between his teeth, face turning colors with big worried eyes staring, too. His excellent understanding of human psychology and a vague understanding of all the information he’d collected last night brings everything into a new light, and

reads the situation perfectly.

The look Nines sends them back is piercing and hungry.

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It’s a few weeks later that any of them actually decide to do anything about it.

I’m talking about some heavy petting while they’re all crammed into one of those auto cars- I know

they’re big, but one full sized Hank Anderson, Nines, and Connor are no match for the space in that carriage. I don’t know why they’re all in there, but I know someone- Connor- is clawing around in someone- Nines’- lap and trying to hump his leg to orgasm in that little space.

Hank wants to die, his dick is diamond hard. Here’s the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on in the lap of the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on- and Nines has such a fucking mouth on him. He tells Connor to cum in his pants or the punishment for failure will be to

sit on his face while Hank fucks his mouth.

Connor absolutely does cum in his pants in that tiny space on Nines thigh, but only because Hank is a champ when it comes to sucking thrusts and slipping a hand down Connor’s pants to tease his hole.

I’m tired- which is my excuse for myself wanting this to delve into pet play, with Connor as Nines and Hank’s precious, obedient puppy.

✨He wears a collar under his dress shirt with his owner’s names, and cums every time like some Pavlov shit when Nines calls him a bitch.