💕Hank1700
✨Connor having thoughts of viscous, demeaning sex to escape his crushing loneliness, Fluff, Neediness, Wallowing, Very cliche, Happy ending
💕Bottom Connor
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There‘s the appeal of Nines’ model- his efficiency and build. The fact that he’s an inch taller and sculpted with a thicker waist. It tapers down, not that Connor’s been looking
Then, there’s his infamous stoicism. It should be a turn off, but all it does is draw Connor in, while unsettling others.
Connor has made note of every detail that stands between them and has been forced to give more thought to the peculiar way each and every feature makes him feel... ‘smaller’ more often than he’d like. Not in a particularly bad way.
At the worst of times, it humiliates him to be so inadequate. At the best, that familiar curl of shame in his belly unfurls and makes him burn in an absolutely delicious way. Smaller, indeed. He likes it.
Not that those things are made anymore tangible.
Fantasies about being bent in half and pushed into hoards of pillows, face first. Nines’ limitless stamina, his almost endless reserves, helping him to through plow Connor as hazard as he liked. Connor wants to taste that power.
Connor’s cock twitches to his horror. Right there in the middle of the break room where anyone could see.
Not at work.
What would his successor say?
He looks out at where Nines is sitting at Gavin’s desk and refusing to give up his seat. What Connor can hear of it, he’s droning on about how Gavin needs to ‘put in some legwork’, and stop
He’s so cool. It’s not just his eyes. It’s the way he handles the stress, the way he handles gunfire, and hysterical assholes like Gavin, screaming at his back, and others threatening to assault him.
Connor remembers how easily he lost his patience when Hank refused to work with him at first. How quickly
That’s all normal- losing one’s cool, becoming a bit emotional.
But, Nines has never even spared a thought like
*Hank*.
If he wants Hank’s attention, he’ll take it. None of this wallowing, shy shit that Connor can’t seem to climb himself out of.
It drives him crazy and, even worse, it scares him to death.
Connor doesn’t want to fuck things up with him, now. But, as far as the Lieutenant goes, his best friend, Connor is plain terrified of crossing that lines. He imagines with all the heavy flirting and giddy smiles they’ve been exchanging
It scares him to think how easily he could lose Hank to him. To his successor... the ‘better Connor’.
So, he keeps his mouth shut and pretends to be happy for them, hoping he’ll mean it by the time they
Connor turns away as Gavin begins rocking the metal giant in his chair to remove him. It fails of course, and Nines continues shaming him.
Connor’s fingers flex, threatening to crush the fragile piece of card he has hidden between them.
Of course, that didn’t make now the most opportune time for Connor to do this. No time was probably the most opportune, but, foolishly, Connor hoped with the added stress, he’d be less interested in what Connor was about to do, and
He’d learned that with all these new feelings, these new freedoms and exciting things to explore, that he wanted *very* much to do this.
Who could blame him? It was a time to recognize and appreciate the ones you cared most for, and Hank was...
Hank was his greatest friend, and his rock when Connor needed him. He was anxious to admit that that was more often than a newly developing ‘robot’ would prefer. Sometimes he worried he was becoming a nuisance while asking Hank to help him
Connor swallowed his pride and began to walk with his shoulders straight, eyes ahead, and jaw set.
Just this once, he could do this. It’d be over soon, and it would have meant a lot to him once he had.
It wasn’t anything *serious*, anyway. If he avoided doing this, he’d be admitting, that it *was* something serious, and Connor couldn’t have that.
Hank was his friend. Just his best, most cherished friend that he was ecstatic to
He kept a folder he was using to cover the card at his waist, perfectly straight, so that Hank wouldn’t see what was beneath it. Assuming Hank never went looking below his waist, which, of course, he didn’t.
He tried to steady himself as he drew closer.
He stopped once his knees hit the side of Hank’s desk, making sure they had as little space between them as possible.
The fact that that was not a guarantee only stressed how bad an idea that this really was.
“I have something for you, Lieutenant...”
The moment of truth was suddenly to perilous a path to go running down.
He miscalculated.
He doesn’t think he can get away with setting the file down and walking away without flashing the shimmery pink thing in his hands. Not while he’s this close. Hank will see it, and he’ll ask questions.
“What’s that?”
Connor has never experienced feelings of embarrassment. The closest he’s come is a cosmic sort of guilt for allowing Cyberlife to play him like a chess piece.
Suddenly, the thought of giving Hank *this token* was equally the most terrifying and embarrassing thing he’d ever put himself through, and he wished he hadn’t let his emotions guide him into this situation.
“Connor?”
The android turned his head away and blinked.
“Connor? You ok?”
Connor stood there warring with himself. He was determined to keep whatever this thing was a secret, even though Hank was painfully aware of its existence.
He set the file down on Hank’s desk, stifling the heat after being outed that threatened to burn him, and made a show of looking at the scrap in his hand
Hank watched him curiously, as Connor flashed him the Valentines card.
“Mia gave it to me in the break room.” He said, throwing out the most thoughtless
But the fact that Mia worked in dispatch on the other floor was an issue. Also that he could see *his name* scrawled atop the
He cut his eyes up at the android, who looked ready to crumble under the weight of his own facade any minute. Connor knew perfectly well Hank had seen his name on it.
Which left him with only one option.
“I’m sorry to inform you that I’ll have to cancel our plans to watch our program this weekend.” Connor cringed at himself digressing back to his choppy, awkward way of speaking. He sounded like he just walked off the assembly line.
Though, it shouldn’t matter. With Valentine’s coming up, Hank would probably have something to do with Nines, anyway.
The thought made Connor’s stomach knot. It wasn’t pleasant like the way the ‘butterflies’ tickled his insides
Connor opened his jacket and slid the card into a pocket. No matter what came next, he was not intent to have a discussion about this. Even with Hank fully aware of the situation.
How far could someone fall?
Connor had never had this kind of strain put on their relationship before, and it was absolute torture. Just when things were going so smoothly for them.
When he glanced up, Connor was surprised. He didn’t know how Hank could still be looking at him like that- with this oddly gentle smile, and an almost reverent look in his eye, while he watched Connor fumble.
“Yeah. That’s ok. You’re not missing anything.”
Connor opened his mouth to *passionately* disagree- anytime with Hank was important. That’s why Connor wanted a chance to celebrate this holiday with him.
Well...not as much as he’d really like... Not by a long shot.
If he could trade in this meager card for an armful of roses and a chance
Instead, he shut his mouth, allowed the gravity of their exchange to truly sink in, and nearly melted under the bone crushing humiliation of it all. It was too late to go back, now. He made his bed and now
Hank watched him
This.....complicated things.
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Connor hadn’t imagined after a display like that, that *this* would be his future.
Aside from struggling with what to buy, Connor was about the only person who knew of their relationship- Ben had his suspicions- and the only person Hank could
Though, it wasn’t like they’d ever talked about Hank’s love life. Hank just knew Connor wasn’t careless enough to look over all the times he’d caught him fraternizing with Nines after wrapping up a scene, standing closer than necessary, and smiling. Or the times
So, it was only a little unusual that Hank broke the ice first and flat out asked for his help going boyfriend shopping. To phrase is poorly.
It was more like longing.
Connor longed for many
He didn’t expect any results, of course.
Connor didn’t even need Hank reciprocate, he just needed him to know.
It wouldn’t be so fucking unbearable to sit in the same room with him and those....those strong arms and broad shoulders if he could just get it out of him.
Connor was lonely. He was too far gone to abide by his own rules, anymore.
Even with Hank’s company, walking around a ‘store’ and listening to
This was about where Connor reached his threshold every time. Where he had to step back from teetering off the edge of something black and abysmal, and tell himself that what he could get from this would have to be
“You don’t think this is too cliche?” Hank muttered, bringing Connor back to earth in the middle of a kitschy little store.
“What’s the issue with something being cliche?” Connor murmured.
“While the sentiment is new to androids, most people like chocolate. — -
“Shit, fine. That still doesn’t tell me how an android is going to feel about the stuff.”
Nines will not derive any nutritional benefit from this, and the most he can do is enjoy the romantic gesture.
But, there isn’t enough thirium in these things to even turn them
While Hank understands the point of the holiday, Nines is normally opposed to frivolous things. He can’t help himself from worrying.
“You really think he’d like this?”
Connor hides his smirk.
In Hank’s defense, Nines deserves something as magnificent as he is, and this is so....
“What kind of stuff would you like?” He asks the smaller android, trying to gauge him. He knows full well that these two men are different in most every preference they have, and everything in between. But, he isn’t asking for that.
What would he like?
Maybe a teddy bear instead of a pillow he hasn’t rutted into the mattress and failed to properly clean in time before
Connor violently pushes the thought away.
“It...it isn’t about what I want.”
Despite this, visions of flowers suddenly come to mind. Daisies and tulips, and lots of yellow and red.
Then Nines is there, peering over Hank’s shoulder, though neither in disgust or anger. Just totally blank, like he’s acknowledging how...how pathetic this reality is. It’s so sad, it’s
“Con?”
Hank assumes by the way he’s staring at them that a tacky mug full of candy with a little card slipped inside it is Connor’s answer. The android stares at the shelf, completely zoned out on cloud 9. Daydreaming like a sad fool.
Noted.
“Hey, we should get going.”
Connor looks around like he’s forgotten what they’re doing there.
“Oh. Right.”
He stares down at the box of artificial chocolates in Hank’s hand, deciding he officially knows too much about his successor.
What he knows doesn’t change Connor’s feelings- it doesn’t turn Nines into the same model
Nines knows Connor is more adept to his ‘humanhood’ than him.
Still, it’s a miracle with something as heavy as that slipping through the link that Connor hasn’t
He knows when this all first started to bother Nines. Connor didn’t go digging for details, mostly because he couldn’t stomach them, but it was around the time he and
Hank is a creature of great empathy, and what Nines is lacking here, Connor is making up for in double. Connor has what he needs. Even with these selfish feelings he has for them, Connor knows it’d be
Connor stopped and centered himself. He took a preemptive step away from the void, realizing he was getting too close, again.
What *mattered*, was that these bland, sentimental chocolates would spark some kind of
Connor tries not to think about that, but it’s
Connor tries to keep his head down. Valentine’s Day is finally here, and it’s just become the worst holiday of the year for him. He knows he’s
He wasn’t happy to help Hank out, but he is happy he had a small hand in putting that smile on his face.
He hadn’t been invited in on this private moment, he’d simply walked into it. The fact that Hank was doing something semi-publicly to win Nines’ affection came with an obvious risk. He wasn’t dumb enough to think slipping a box
The two were making the most of the holiday while stuck on shift, which meant Nines coming to meet them during their break to spend it in Hank’s company- unfortunately entailing Connor’s, as well.
He looked over to catch Nines *smiling*. Unlike Connor’s little half-smiles, Nines bares his teeth.
Connor has never seen him smile like that- the most genuine smile he’s ever seen. The most *loving*.
He turns away quicker this time and scowls at the
Suddenly he feels embarrassed by his behavior. He’s making a scene, even if it’s only got a small audience, with his longing looks and heavy sighs.
Connor remembers when Hank first expressed an interest in the other android.
It was....quite a shock.
That’s as much as Connor wanted to think about it, because the state that that little girl was in makes his stomach twist.
Nines accepted Hank’s praise and didn’t think much else of it. This was a job to him and his purpose- nothing exactly worth celebrating.
However, Hank’s appreciation was a little more ‘intense’ than Nines expected- or Connor for that matter.
He didn’t know where it was coming from, all
It still wouldn’t have given him any more
How had Nines appealed to him, then?
It almost didn’t feel real enough to call Hank out on it, or bring it up. A part of him considered how egotistical it’d be to ask Hank why he was attracted to his look-a-like, when they were very much different people.
Connor would be a liar to say his personality wasn’t part of his own attraction to him, too. Always so cool, and calm, and in
“Shit, well. I’m glad you like it.” Hank murmured, flushing pink. Connor didn’t have to look over to know. He’d filed away every instance he’d seen Hank in a flustered state
Connor stared at his hands, then off at the
He wished he could justify lowering his audio receptors, so he didn’t have to hear Nines give Hank his teasing reply. They were so gentle with each other.
Even if there was a space for Connor, he imagined Nines would still treat him with the same cold disinterest he treated everyone who went sniffing around his business. Connor had known him for a long time, now. He’d been inside his head.
Nines was so much more than Connor could ever be. He proved that time and time again-the most recent being when he’d stolen Hank’s attention away.
How could Nines be gentle with a heart like Connor’s that had so much baggage?
Connor imagined his punishment for such disrespect. Blindfolded and bound, cut from his senses.
Hank’s love, Nines’ mercy.
Nines could keep him there with his arms pulled back, and his face turned away, wringing him out. Keeping him from reaching for
He should never have let it get this far. Hank wasn’t his to wish for, and neither was his Nines’ kindness.
Connor had become nothing more than the sum of his parts- an empty metal shell that lived under the shadow of Nines’ success.
Well, he already had. Connor felt trapped inside Nines’ overwhelming presence here.
Connor felt trapped.
A surge in his chest burst through him, then *squeezed*.
He was going to cry.
He couldn’t do this here- in front of *them* of all people. What an embarrassment he was.
“Hey, Connor!”
He felt his thirium freeze as Hank began to approach him.
They must have noticed he was riding on
He didn’t *want* them to see him cry- he didn’t want to see himself cry. He really hadn’t before, no matter how close he came, so why now? Was it because of their smiling and soft words?
“Hey, uh...I’ve got something for you. It’s in the car.”
Connor doesn’t say anything. He can feel eyes on him that are far less kind than Hank’s.
Connor watches him go and grab what he’s assuming is the copy of Gatsby he’s asked to borrow- he’s been curious to see for himself what Hank’s appeal to the physical version of it is.
And, that was purely the only reason he could have to want to
He sucks his lip between his teeth and wills himself to remain calm.
Hank closes his trunk and saunters over with Nines in tow, and Connor needs to be calm now more than ever.
Not a book.
Connor stares in stunned silence at a mug in Hank’s hand. It’s got a couple of hearts on it, and a fluffy looking skunk with a chunky tail calling Connor his ‘scent-imental Valentine’. It’s corny and cliche, and
“Oh.” His voice is every bit as surprised as he feels. ‘Stupefied’ is more accurate.
Connor takes it with steady hands while feeling every inch of himself go numb.
“I think this was the one you were lookin’ at.” Hank’s voice is gruff, but when Connor looks up, he sees that his eyes are so
He realizes in this precious moment that he desperately needs grounding. He needs to keep his head about him, at least until he’s alone. A look over at Nines standing at Hank’s
Connor’s brown eyes move from the mug to those familiar, yet so foreign, steel orbs that pierce like the cold winter air. He finds that they’ve been staring quite intently at him for longer than he’s realized, and Connor can’t help but jerk away.
He needs to break the tension.
“I didn’t get you anything.” He partly lies, since that flimsy card he’ll never have the courage to give Hank still
He wants to say ‘thank you’, and he wants to do it as earnestly as he dearly desires. *Hank* has given him a Valentines.
Hank just shrugs and kicks at the snow.
“Sure, you did. You helped me get Nines’ a present.”
He says it so casually, and it’s because he’s only partly aware of what he’s just done.
But, he has.
Nines tilts his head at Connor, and Connor braces himself for the slightly surprised, very unimpressed ‘thank you’ that’s coming. He doesn’t want Nines to thank him, because he wasn’t happy to do it.
Nines, however, doesn’t intend to thank him. Nothing so simple.
“Oh?”
That cool voice has Connor suppressing a shiver.
Hank looks quite pleased to confirm this.
“Hm, between Connor’s efforts and my own, you haven’t been a ‘lost cause’ since November.”
“Wow, thanks.” Hank snorts.
Connor just stands there, gripping the mug in both hands and turning color. Hank notices.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Con.” Hank says to his blushing face, and Connor wants to run.
He wants to sprint to the car where he can hide his face, until his shifts over. But, it’s not his car. He needs to stay strong.
Nines clasps his hands together behind his back and gives Hank a look that goes entirely unnoticed by the other android.
Connor would have no way of knowing what was in store for him, if he had.
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On a separate note, Connor wonders when exactly he’d started to secretly refer to his best friend as his crush.
He is vigilante to keep these feelings under lock and key anytime Nines interfaces him.
Hank will reject what relationship they have, and it’s about the only thing Connor has to keep him going right now.
That’s becoming more difficult than he expected, of course,
In theory, someone new to fall in love with.
Like that was a tangible goal. It was a healthier one, sure, but Connor couldn’t even begin to expend the energy he’d need to get into that mindset.
Connor stopped looking through the database on his terminal.
Getting over Hank wasn’t possible- but, Hank wasn’t his only option.
Someone intimidating and sharp.
Connor snuffs the thought. As many people out there as there are who’d like to wrestle him into submission, he knows none of them will ever live up to Nines’ legacy. No one is ever going to intimidate him
If he’s being fair, Connor knows that Nines is the only one who deserves to handle him that way. He’s romanticizing about his significant other, looking for something more from a little pity
Connor is drawn to those things, too. Nines is everything he can’t be.
He’s reminded of that every time the taller android comes slinking around. He visits them at their desks, sometimes bringing coffee. He did so consistently
Connor hopes they don’t notice how excited he is to be the one retrieving Hank’s
Connor can ignore Nines leaning against Hank’s desk, talking about anything but work, and soaking up all his attention as
Today, however, he’s a little unsettled to find that Nines is clearly planning to make a habit of joining them on their lunch break. This is the
Connor turns to look over his shoulder to where Gavin is watching Hank force a fry in Nines’ direction. Connor has removed himself from the situation, which, unfortunately, means hanging back with Gavin around the trunk.
Connor had no idea Gavin even knew about them. He tries not to make a big deal about it, both for selfish reasons, and in an effort to protect Hank’s business. He doesn’t know how much the detective knows,
“I mean, if he can romance that shark eyed, clanking hunk of metal, he can charm the panties off of anything.”
Connor’s eyes gently shut, looking to erase some of the imagery that conjures.
He knows Nines can hear him perfectly well.
He also knows
“What? You didn’t know?” Gavin misinterprets Connor’s silence to mean the opposite of how terribly much he does know. Or maybe that’s
“Your partner didn’t tell you he was phck’n your double?”
“He’s not my double. We’re not the same.” The words come out with more weight behind them than Connor‘d meant to give light to.
“It doesn’t matter what android wears my face or even shares my ideals- no two androids are the same. Just like people, Detective.”
Gavin’s heard that before and, even if he really understands it, probably chooses to treat it like some preachy
It’s true, though. He and Nines couldn’t be any more different.
“Ok, hot shot.” Is all Gavin bothers to say, and just like that, he stops talking about it. He definitely picked up on something, but it doesn’t make sense for him to just leave it
Maybe Nines has finally drilled some manners and common decency into his thick skull. Maybe Gavin was finding that out on his own after having to come to terms with android kind being perceived as real people facing real oppression.
Maybe he just understood a thing or two about being cockblocked.
Hank whips around and stares straight at Connor with this serious look in his eye.
Connor would think it’s laughable that anyone would expect him to explain anything to Nines, the ‘superior being’. But, Nines social cues were a
In this case, it’s not rude, because that box of chocolate Hank bought him that
“It makes the other chocolates inedible. You’re wasting them while obstructing other people from enjoying eating them- Assuming you’re sharing these chocolates.”
Nines waits patiently for him to finish, and when Connor looks up and sees him staring right
“I‘m aware that it’s rude. I was only interested in sampling them.”
Nines says haughtily, though any irritation he may have is clearly directed at Hank.
Connor still feels guilty for talking as if he were chastising him.
Connor still withers at the thought of putting himself in close quarters with Nines, to try and lecture him on something he’s chosen to be ornery about.
“Perhaps we should have him join us for your scheduled program, instead- like we discussed.”
Hank is happy to agree with that suggestion, and looks over to Connor, again.
“Do I?”
Apparently. Hank seemed adamant about it.
Connor doesn’t know what they’re talking about, until the end of shift, when Hank invites him to come hang out.
“We’re like 11 episodes behind. It’ll take forever to catch up.”
“It’s an old show, Lieutenant, these are all reruns.”
“Yeah, but I’m on a schedule here.”
“I promised to show you all the good movies I watched as a kid, and that’s not including the fuckin’ thousands of shit they’ve made since. Times wasting.”
At that, Connor feels... nervous.
“Why rush it?”
However, the thought of them hurrying this along, no matter how impossible it’d be to finish it soon, worried him. Everyday, Nines and Hank’s relationship continued to grow. It’s wasn’t about some causal dating anymore. What excuse would Connor have
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride- If you’re up for it, I mean. It is gettin’ kind of late-“
Shit. Nines would most certainly be there.
Hank had mentioned it during lunch. Obviously he didn’t really expect for Connor to do that ‘lecturing thing’, but that wasn’t Connor’s main issue.
Hank was already throwing his coat on and jumping out of his chair.
It sounded so nice to picture himself there, again. Lounging on Hank’s couch with Sumo across his feet, laying over them and keeping them warm. Wasting away watching tv in
Every good memory he had of Hank was sullied with thoughts and visions of Nines, now.
He wants to, he *does*.
But, it’ll just be him thinking about the precious days when it was just two of them, with Nines lingering about.
Social protocols tell him it would be polite to continue and
Connor almost doesn’t say anything, but thinks that if he’s going to inevitably lose Hank, he
This isn’t about Hank anymore, though. Connor needs space. He needs to learn to breathe, again. He’s delving into a world of self-destruction that Hank and his boyfriend are at the center of.
He *hates* it, but he needs to stop.
“I, actually... I can’t make it today, Hank.”
The older man stares back at him, and the look on his face
Connor immediately wants to take it all back and apologize a million times over. Hank’s happiness is infinitely more important to him than wallowing in his little
“Don’t worry, Detective.” A voice clear like a bell rings low behind Connor’s ear. There’s a hand on his shoulder that’s firm and grounding.
“Oh.” It sounds squeakier than Connor is comfortable with, but he’s surprised he managed to utter anything at all.
Nines is at his back, lying him into a corner, and, he dare not say otherwise.
“Oh.” It comes out squeakier the second time.
Connor is ‘helped’ from his chair by Nines’ guiding hand. It’s not exactly forceful- Connors aware it’s just his psyche that’s keeping him tethered.
He feels like he’s fallen head under ice cold water
There’s definitely no polite social protocol for tucking and rolling out of a moving vehicle, so Connor sits as Hank drives, statue still.
And Nines, who is sat behind him probably monitoring the pace of Connor’s pump, is the thing of his dark, bloody nightmares.
Well...
Nines might be inclined to help with that.
It’s not meant as an insult. Coming from Nines, it’s just blunt honesty.
At least, Hank doesn’t seem offended- or maybe they’ve had this conversation already.
‘One can make an informative assumption based on one’s preferences and experiences alone.’ Connor means to say. What comes out instead is nothing, as he considers making an excuse for his final escape.
Nines says it instead. A bit pompously. Hank makes eyes at him in the rear view mirror, and when Nines chuckles back, Connor’s pump begins to pound.
Connor buries his nails into his palm and stuffs his hands in his lap. This feels so....private. Like Connor shouldn’t be here.
But, when Hank pulls into the drive, Connor realizes
Which left running for his life out of the equation- Nines was faster, anyway.
Slowly, Connor opened his door and stepped out. As he figured, Nines waited
He knew it wasn’t logical, that the things he’d conjured up in his head were just make-believe, but this felt terribly close to the real thing. If this was a trap, and Connor was being marched to his death by one overprotective boyfriend who was a good deal
“Well, I guess Nines won’t be joining us tonight- Since we have such bad fuckin’ taste.” Hank says as he fiddles with his keys in the lock. Connor joins him
“That won’t stop us from enjoying my shitty childhood shows.”
“You’re being dramatic.” Nines informs him, moving around
“I’ll be here, just quietly.”
Hank snorts, slightly offended to be called ‘dramatic’ by him for the fifth time, now. Apparently, it must fit.
“Good- you better be. Quiet, I mean.”
Nines tilts his head.
Connor knows he should say something. He’s been oddly quiet since he hopped in the car, and he’s making this awkward. He shuffles in, as Hank leads him inside.
The only thing he can think to say is something about the resident pup,
“I, uh, didn’t bring any treats for Sumo. He’ll be disappointed.” Normally Connor would come in with a pocketful- some for Hank to give him for later. But, he had no idea he would end up here tonight, between the two titans
“Shit, don’t worry about it. He’ll just be happy to see you-“
On cue, Hank stepped aside to make way for Sumo, barreling down the hallway at the sound of Connor’s voice. For a long time, Connor didn’t know how to handle him. He’d only been sentient
With some practice, he got better at the proper technique for petting him, and began to learn about the joy of a pet’s companionship.
Connor knelt down, feeling a rush of affection after all the emotional wreckage he’d had to waddle through in the weeks he’d been away. Sumo couldn’t be
Connor remembered who was watching his little display and slowly pulled away, leaving him open to a ‘Sumo kiss’ on his cheek.
He hid his warm face away from their prying gaze, as he stood.
He’s sure he’s awfully close to turning color, again, but Hank, thankfully, is merciful. He averts his eyes.
“I told you, didn’t I? He loves you.”
If Connor hadn’t stopped coming over, maybe Hank would be easier to convince. The worst part was that
Not Nines.
The bigger android had yet to pounce and tear him to shreds like he’d imagined.
Hank rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, considerably more dressed in Connor’s presence than he used to be when they first got home.
“You mean insist that you consume something with protein and iron to boost your deficiency? You wouldn’t listen. I can make a prediction, though.” Connor felt a little less restricted with Nines out of the
“Oh, yeah? Go ahead smart guy.”
Hank reaches into the cabinet full of plates, pretending to be annoyed.
“I’m guessing something like....”
There’s a long pause and Hank knows what demon food he’s about to say.
“Don’t say pizza rolls.”
“And a... scotch to drink.”
“Wow!”
“Jesus, I sound like a man-child in these predictions of your’s.” Hank scoffs.
Connor looks pleased with that revelation.
“I don’t tolerate drunken behavior.” Nines’ voice carries from down the hall, as he briefly enters the bathroom. Connor is suddenly having that sinking feeling again that
Nines comes back with his sleeves rolled up, his jacket off, and.... wow, Nines has a throat.
Connor blinks stupidly, because *of course* he does.
He swallows. There’s a lot of skin there.
It’s not nearly as speckled as his, but it’s the same color, with the same creamy smooth appearance. Connor has never seen him so undressed, and Ra9, it’s only his throat. If Connor doesn’t feel
Bare that long column of pale flesh. More skin seems to complement his
Nines catches him staring.
Connor jerks away, then wills himself to turn back, and be brave.
“Have you also given up monitoring his diet?” Nines mercifully doesn’t comment on his staring, and Connor thinks that might be worse. He is
Connor thinks he’s about to spend the evening walking on eggshells in the only place he’s ever considered a home.
“I, well...” Yes, he’s had to stop. He can’t be here
“I’m a grown fucking man! I can make my own damn choices!” Hank yells, and definitely does not linger on the pizza rolls in the freezer.
“I’m strict about his vitamins and shakes- he has no say about those. I wash my hands of the rest.”
“No, he does *not*” Hank suddenly says, as he snaps the freezer door shut.
Honestly, that both worries and relieves him. Connor was fearing for Hank’s health at this point, as he only has time anymore to monitor his lunch breaks- and not even that with
Connor goes to look curiously over at Nines and wonder about these punishments of his, when he feels a weight on his other side on the couch, and his pump nearly freezing over.
“I prefer the ‘clockmaker’ approach.” Nines says cooly, and it’s
“I keep him maintained and wind him up, before turning him loose. He’s left to his own devices and-“
“Do you prefer Connor mother you, instead?”
Connor feels quite opposed to their sudden proximity.
Instead, he’d rather let slip his fondness for each in as subtle a way as possible.
“Who would take care of Connor?”
Connor feels like reality is imploding in on itself, and he’s trapped at the heart of it.
He feels like he’s being boxed in. Nines is right there next to him, and Hank is-
No longer in the kitchen. He’s sitting on Connor’s other side.
Just stay calm. They’re all friends and acquaintances here- there’s no need to get... frazzled.
“You know, I’m not as hungry as I thought I was when I’ve got a couple of metal assholes judging me from the living room.”
“That’s your choice, then.”
Hank crosses his arms over his chest.
“I know that, *Ni*.”
“I thought you weren’t joining us?” Hank says, as he looks over him- sitting stiff as a board- and trying to keep the yellow glow on his temple from hitting Nines’ face. There’s no way to dull the intensity, so he leans
“I decided joining you would prove much more interesting, than I anticipated.” Nines says.
He’d decided around the time he’d caught Connor staring at him.
“Fine, but don’t say any shit about Daria. You’re a cynical asshole, even when you like something.”
“Well, me, for one. You like me, but you give me shit *all* the time.”
Connor thinks Hank is considerably more loose with his private life when they’re at home, which isn’t surprising.
“Should I, uh, trade places with Nines?”
Connor nearly jumps out of his skin and sticks to the ceiling when
“You’re fine right there.” Nines hums, and oh, Jesus, is this another test?
Connor thinks as long as he keeps his mouth shut, and his back straight under Nines’ firm hand, like he had at
It’s when that hand lets go and moves to the back of the couch that Connor begins to feel the void consume him.
The way his stomach is fluttering and flipping, Connor thinks that he’s going to fall right through the couch.
Nines *touched* him.
Sumo- his lifeline. Just focus on the fluffy boy down there.
Sumo sighs and snuggles close to Connor’s shins. He’s heavy, but it’s not uncomfortable.
Whatever the reason, Connor is safe. He’s going to be ok.
His ring returns blue, as he begins to feel like he can ‘breathe’, again.
It isn’t the most pleasant inspiration, but it reminds him of his mother.
Connor swoons.
Thankfully, there’s the couch behind him to keep him grounded.
He’s gone comfortably numb by the time they hear Hank’s stomach grumbling.
“You need to eat.” Nines says it a bit too firmly. Connor knows why.
“You get fussy when you’re hungry.”
“You do, Hank. You get very grumpy when you skip meals.” Connor is surprised to hear how lazy his voice comes out. His vocalizers are a bit sluggish, for some reason.
“Yes, *Hank*. We don’t want you to get crotchety.” Nines adds with a hint of amusement,
Without warning, a terrible, horrible thought worms it’s way into his head, and then Connor is back in the abyss, sunk up to his neck.
Nines must use it when they’re intimate.
Nines must call him ‘Hank’ while he’s clinging to him, damp with Hank’s sweat and tucked against his chest.
Connor’s throat constricts.
“I’m about to get pissed, is that better?” Hank grumbles.
With descriptors like ‘fussy’ and ‘dramatic’, he’s starting to reconsider things between him and this
“In front of present company? You’re a terrible host.” Before Hank can argue Connor should be expected to sit through his ‘fussing’ after he’d signed up to be his friend, Nines is nudging the smaller android off of him.
It takes Connor a moment to realize to his
He should have been more careful. He should have-
Connor stands, before he can fully process the request, getting a big boof out of Sumo, who is abruptly pushed off his feet. Connor scrambles to pet him back down to atone
Hank grumbled, again, but oblivious to Connor’s floundering. He’d always thought the other was a giant dork, anyway, and wouldn’t be bothered by him
Connor’s quiet demeanor is odd. Nines has always seen him behave
He‘d figured as much to some extent or another. Hank and Gavin dealt with him on the regular and proved to be the most capable of being ‘comfortable’ in Nines’ presence. He’d never taken the time to analyze Connor’s feelings in particular, but
‘Why?’, Nines wonders. He knows he has a certain aura about him that is
Maybe, this was just a good front.
There’s one option, but it feels like it’s reaching just a bit. Despite Nines’ doubt, though, if this were any other situation, this option
He reviews everything, fills in a few more gaps, and now he’s sure of it.
Nines has interesting understanding of what’s happening here. Even lacking some key details, it’s all really quite obvious. It’s a good thing nothing surprises him.
He does, wetting his lips and trailing behind like a stray lamb.
“What do you suggest we make?”
“If you don’t mind being put to work, tilapia.”
“You serious, Ni?” Hank says, perking up from the couch.
“I think tonight is a special enough occasion, don’t you? We certainly have good company.”
Hank seems as confused by Nines’ choice as Connor does- it’s not a quick meal, for one, and a bit ‘elegant’ for the older man’s
Hank looks at Connor and promptly shuts his mouth when he catches his gaze.
“Yeah, definitely, I mean... It’s the best kind of company, so...”
Nines is content enough with that and sets to work. Hank doesn’t know what the look
However, Connor feels anything but at ease. When he’s sure Hank won’t notice, he leans in and whispers in a voice too soft for him to hear.
“It was my suggestion.” Nines doesn’t out him and graciously whispers back. The small kindness makes Connor think a little harder about how close they’re standing.
Connor can draw his own conclusions- he knows this was meant to be personal. What he doesn’t understand is why Nines is hesitating to say as much. He’d never restrained himself for someone else’s sake
Nines hadn’t picked up on anything Connor, had he?
No. Definitely not.
Connor thinks he’s about to have his first android-equivalent anxiety attack.
Despite him claiming he’d to be put to work, Nines has been handling
Nines said he wasn’t overstepping, but he’s done little to let Connor
Though, if Nines agrees with that, he’s doing a good job of hiding it.
He completes the recipe in perfect timing
“Oh, Connor, I have thirium here. You’re welcome to it.”
Connor pulls a knife and fork out of a drawer and reaches for a napkin- Not that Hank’s
“You’ll have to use one of our cups for it- it’s in bag form. The individual cartons take up too much space.”
Nines ignores him, turning his eyes on Connor, who’s struggling to find a ‘thank you’ appropriate enough to fit past his inferiority complex and
Nines doesn’t break, but his eyes look unusually dull in the kitchen light- Connor was used to them stabbing at him like knives.
Connor is suddenly very interested in the table cloth. He knows which mug Nines means.
Is he calling him out? Is he mad that Hank gave him that?
Connor can’t think too hard about this. He has enough self awareness to know he’s got a habit of overshooting things, and he could easily be misreading this.
But, *if* he’s not... Connor doesn’t want to lose what little piece of Hank
“That’s alright.” He says cautiously. He doesn’t think Hank’s presence here can protect him any longer.
The taller man snorts and moves past him to wash his hands.
“You sound like Hank. You should keep your reserves at maximum. You’ll run more efficiently that way.”
Connor stares at his back, then at the fish.
Connor’s pump pulses. He wonders if Hank has seen the ‘difference’, too- however Nines means that. What else has he has noticed?
Hank makes a small, interested sound from the sofa and then leans over the armrest
“Yeah, you’re a little stiff. I used to think you were always kinda stiff, until I met Nines. Now I got something to compare you to.”
Nines cocks his head, deadpan look in his eye. Hank gestures as if to prove his point.
Connor knows exactly when he’s referring to and feels horribly embarrassed by it. That was not because of low reserves,
Connor feels disoriented and as close as he’ll be able to come to feeling nauseous.
“Yes... that was it... I... I’m certainly at my worst like that, it seems.”
“Then drink.” Nines insists, standing behind him
Nines left Connor to choose for himself about the thirium.
Connor decided that if tv time was over and dinner was starting, it was soon nearing bedtime. And, Connor
He was wrong. Connor could come much closer to feeling nauseous than he originally thought.
“Actually, I... I think I should-“
Connor knew Nines didn’t make a habit of interrupting people. If he wasn’t interested, he usually let them wear themselves out while he stared blankly ahead. A few minutes of talking to Nines’
Slowly, Connor takes a seat at the table, after Hank scoots in
“Not with guests over.” Nines says. Connor could hardly count for a ‘guest’- he was Hank’s best friend. Either Nines was trying to erase his identity to Hank, or he wanted everyone to sit there on edge for the rest of dinner while he made them behave
Hank shakes his head, probably wanting to revisit that argument about making his own choices, but somewhat obeys. He’s going to have a beer after he finishes his water, and that’s final.
“Don’t chew and talk, you’ll bite your tongue.”
“And you complained about Connor being motherly...”
Nines crosses his arms and leans over the table, clearly unaffected. Connor half expected him to stay standing over
“Well, you’ll be as interested as I was to know that Detective Reed confessed to eating one of my chocolates, today.”
Nines recalled the fuss Gavin made in the car on the way to the station, as he mocked Gavin for being so brainless.
Nines didn’t correct him with the term ‘human’- androids *were* people.
But, he knew what Gavin meant.
Though, after the quite telling events of tonight and his new revelation, Nines began to wonder
He looks at Connor, chin tilted forward. It makes his eyes look less foreboding when they’re hidden from the light, but Connor still suppresses a shiver.
“I didn’t even notice that one was missing,” He’d been running on a bit of a head rush at
“I don’t know what possessed Gavin to confess to it, now, Valentine’s Day was weeks ago. But, it does make me think- I wish that I’d have saved one for you.” He says looking pointedly at Connor.
He... wished he’d have given him a chocolate?...
Connor blinks- it feels like such a random confession that he thinks he’d just imagined hearing it, but one look at Hank
He’s nodding along, stuffing another bite in his mouth.
“Yeah, I thought about getting you some, too, but you seemed to really like that skunk mug, so...” He scratches the back of his neck, eyes on the table.
Connor looks helplessly between them,
He can feel himself blushing, and that only makes it worse. Nines’ stare is unwavering.
“You think Con would have liked one?” Hank asks, turning to Nines.
Something uncomfortably warm settles over him- a bizarre
“I think neither of us are a good judge of what Connor likes. But, I certainly enjoyed them- For more reasons than just you two picking them.”
What he really doesn’t understand is why he isn’t being ‘punished’ for it. Yet.
Nines has short of a thousand reasons to, ranging from Connor sitting quietly through Gavin
Had he seen the way Connor had been staring at his throat earlier? To be fair, Connor’s relationship with the feelings he has for Nines is a confusing, dysfunctional one as it is-
Connor has no way of being sure what exactly Nines‘ picked up on, and chooses not to assume anything. Either was a torturous thought, but Connor really hoped in a twisted sort of way that everything was just out there now, so he wouldn’t
Connor thinks if he spends one more second of his short life thinking about what-if’s and waiting for the unsightly outcome, he’s going to short out and self-destruct. It makes him think about how Hank would use to drink
That in mind, Connor would rather chuck his pump across the room than explore any of that at Hank’s dinner table with his ‘executioner’
There was one way out of here, but it would leave him with even more problems come the morning. He takes in the pair of eyes watching him bounce and wiggle
“I-It’s getting late.” Connor forces out, and Nines holds his gaze unblinkly. However, the slim trace of a smile on his face Connor hadn’t noticed before begins to slip.
It *was* dark outside, and it’d been so for a while, now, but the timing
“I should... I should go home.” He says to Hank, because he’s easier to look at. He can feel the flush in his face spread down towards his collar.
‘Home’ was not an apartment. It was everything Connor had hoped
Sumo was a ball of excitement when Connor first met him, trailing close behind wherever he went and even whining
Connor would miss being missed when this was all over, but he knew his sudden escape wouldn’t be well received, judging by the looks he was receiving.
Nines had gone very quiet and, if Connor didn’t know better, looked a little taken aback.
Has Hank already picked up on something, too? Are they teasing him?
Nines looked none to pleased by this announcement, either- lips quirking down in a scowl.
Hank looks back and sees Connor fidget in his seat and tries to reel it back in a bit. Just because he wasn’t ready for Connor to go yet, didn’t mean he wanted to get him worked up about it. Connor was a creature of empathy and prone to his guilt trips
“Yeah, uh, ok. It is late, isn’t it?”
He smiled, a small but welcoming thing, and Connor had that terrible guilt in his chest again that he was abandoning him.
The whole chocolates thing.... and... literally *everything* else. Connor’s simulated blush was bordering on turning blue, now.
Hank tries to look understanding while Nines fights the barest hint of amusement from his face at that.
“Yeah, I did kind of spring it on you today, huh? It’s cool.” Hank mumbles.
In his only defense, Nines hadn’t imagined bold, brazen Connor would turn away from a head on attempt. He wished more than ever he
Was he just put off by Nines, or was he shy?
No, it was more complicated than that. Nines miscalculated *something* somewhere.
Connor feels a chill run over him, though he’s no longer receiving the vibe that he’s overstayed his welcome here. If anything he feels like he’s missing something very important.
He smiles pleasantly, though it feels painful and forced, and Nines must notice, as he doesn’t return it. He only steps aside to let Hank say his goodbyes so he can hide his frustration with himself by finding
He’d seen Connor hold up exceptionally well under stress, life or death scenarios especially. Nines admired that he chose to stay in a high stress, high risk job like this after establishing his sentience. With deviation came a new appreciation
Here he was, though, obviously trying to make the escape he’d been planning all evening- excluding their peaceful time on the couch, Nines suspected- all because he had
He lets Hank have his time alone with Connor so he can mull things over. It will certainly make his attempt trickier the next time, and it’s imperative Nines
His bluntness is a part of him, but Connor seems.... intimidated by it in this context. He needs to get his foot in the door before he starts exploring the confusing bouts of arousal Connor has been displaying towards
He hears them talking in low murmurs by the door. It’s clear that Nines company *was* the reason for Connor’s discomfort during his stay. As always, he isn’t surprised... but he is
He tries to focus on what they’re saying, as he leaves to stand somewhere down the hallway and away from them. The last thing he needs to do right now is think about his place in all this, and start getting himself... confused.
“You should come back soon.” Hank says, nudging Connor’s shoulder.
“We haven’t hung out in a while.”
Connor agrees, but feels like he’s just going through the motions. His processors are unbearably sluggish
“Absolutely, Hank. I’ve certainly missed it.”
Yet, he’s still here trying to make a break for it.
Connor wants to say something comforting- he hasn’t struggled with that before, but now he’s not sure what he can say after
“Maybe you can come to my apartment next time.” He murmurs, clasping his hands together.
For a while there, he’d expected Hank’s company to be a sure thing. He bothered to get someplace with a
Connor doesn’t actually expect Hank to take him up on it. It’s just an out for Nines if anything, as Connor won’t be intruding in his space there.
Down the hallway Nines perks up. That is a much better idea- Connor will feel safer in his own house. He’ll have security and space if he needs it, and Hank and Nines will be guests there on his own terms.
Connor leaves after that without even telling Sumo bye. He’s anxious about Nines absence, presuming he’s made a bigger mess for himself come their next shift together than he knows.
The more distance he puts between himself and Nines, the easier it is for Connor to lose touch with the reality
What he wants to think about are the things he tries his hardest not to give in to.
What he wants to think about is how close Hank had come to touching his hand at his side. How close their shoulders were when they bumped, and their knees pressed.
And, Nines with his arm *around* him- there was no imaging that. Nines *had* touched him. Maybe he didn’t mean to get all cozy like Hank had
Ra9, how could he have let it, though? Of all the moments to get tangled up in his head, that was the by far the most dangerous.
But... when Nines had told him to *stay*, when he reached out and wrapped his fingers
These are the last things he needs to be thinking about with his tendency to romanticize things and twist them, but there’s only one way to stop it.
Nines was quite hospitable to him to his surprise. It couldn’t last, of course. Connor had to remind himself that Nines was just playing good host- Ignoring how
When he was locked away in his tight little room, too lost to think about the
It wasn’t the kind that were spurred by anger, or envy, or yearning- the ones that carved Nines out to be this
*These* thoughts were only reserved for when Connor was well and truly alone. They existed as the heart from which those jealous fantasies were born.
These thoughts were his most private, most indulgent, and most *sinful*.
Connor bit his bottom lip, shuffling to the edge of his mattress, and put a hand on his abdomen. He could feel his pump beating hard. His hand slid down, over the dip of his navel to
He knew it was wrong, but Connor needed this. He wouldn’t be able to think straight if he didn’t get this out of the way first.
The first thought to make him push his heated palm down the top of his
God, he was so small beneath him.
‘You’re fine right here.’ He murmurs in Connor’s ear, and this time, it’s close enough to push a huff of hot air inside that’s been stirring in Nines’ chassis. Connor shudders and shakes, but he doesn’t try to pull away.
Connor’s head lolls back as he grabs himself there, and then stuffs his other hand the rest of the way into his jeans, falling back onto the bed to allow himself more room.
“Mm!”
These thoughts were too kind, the epitome of the unrequited love he didn’t deserve. But, Connor was only human and only so strong.
‘You’re fine right here, too.’ Nines purrs as he lifts Connor up
Connor feeds into the fantasy, popping the button over the hand brushing his cock so it can move freely.
Another pair of hands join Nines’ gentle ministrations, cupping Connor’s leaking cock head and rubbing a thumb over the tip, gathering the bead of slick there.
“Ohh! Hank!” Connor’s stroking himself hard, his other hand balling up
Nines’ hands, however, are exactly the same as his, if a bit wider. That is about the only thing that can fill Connor‘s preconstruction enough to finish when his thoughts build up to this point, and Connor milks
Nines’ hand goes loose around his cock, fingers skimming the underside and drawing little whimpers from the other android. He pushes a kiss in Connor’s throat, close to his neck port, and murmurs something Connor’d admit is very unlike him to say.
Then, again, Nines would never be this careful with him, either. Hank would never have these kinds of feelings for him, and he’d never find himself in this position.
He forces himself into stasis after he comes, because he can’t handle this
Hank watched Connor go. As soon as the door shut, he heard Nines emerge from his hiding place.
Hank turned and found him standing there with his usual stony facade, but he knew Nines perfectly well enough to recognize that look.
‘Troubled’.
He tossed his hair from his face with a hand and searched for the right words to break the silence. They stood comfortable in one another’s
“Well... that was something.”
“Hm.” Nines clasped his hands together behind his back. It was clear they were both expecting Connor to stay a little longer, but there was something much more
“...What was that about, Ni?”
“I assume you mean the part about me singling Connor out for helping choose my Valentine’s?”
“No.” Though, that was something else entirely for Hank to pick at.
Hank looked stiff. Nines knew that the conversation ahead was only going to make matters worse for him, as he’d never been fond of talking about these things. The most he could do was cushion the blow.
He returned Nines’ cheeky grin, getting an arm around his neck when he was close enough to pull him into a hug.
“*You’re* dramatic- being all cryptic and shit. I know Connor better than my own sister.”
“Because of opposing political views and a mutual stubbornness.”
“You simply do not know Connor as well as you think.”
“I’ve known him since the uprising. He’s known me since the anniversary of...” Nines knew what, of course, but Hank had thought he’d be better at
A hand groping around his waist and another rubbing up his arm brought him back to the moment. Nines was there to ground him, the anchor in his life. It was enough for Hank to blink away the pressure building in his head and continue.
Hank predictably arches a brow at his silence, but he’s slowly becoming more curious about why Nines is pushing this.
”I also know every weird fuckin’ thing that guy has gotten himself into after his deviancy, and some of that shit really shook some boundaries.”
Like when he’d grown a spine one day and chucked Hank’s keys into the nearest body of water when he tried to drunk drive. Also the time he forced Hank to listen to his awful pop music by blaring it like Hank had done all
And, if Hank wants to get deep about it and prove his point to himself, he’s even been there for
Yet, even if Hank took the time to say all that, he’s sure Nines is going to keep pressing
“You know everything, then?” Nines hums.
Hank looks away and shrugs.
“Well, yeah... I know what his fears are, and his dreams for the future. I know his favorite color.” He answers vaguely, expecting Nines to look
“I know his favorite band is some goofy electric-pop shit I’m under oath not tell anyone about.”
And with that without any warning, the hand Hank’s wrapped around Nines’ waist swings him so that Hank can lead him towards the kitchen in an odd shuffling slow dance.
“I know that the first upgrade he ever installed after deviancy left him with weak ankles.” Which was more of a fun fact he found amusing than an actual point in his argument.
Nines is definitely not surprised by that.
Nines lets Hank move him with one big hand on his hip and the other in Nines’, leading them forward. He slides his only free hand down to
“These are all superficial discoveries, dear.”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you the secret shit.There’s a lot more to Connor than the ‘superficial’ stuff, *obviously*.”
“Yes, I’m incredibly aware.” Nines murmurs.
Hank’s looking at him expectantly, because Nines’ arched brow and the exhausted look on his face tell his lover a lot more than he’d meant to in his silence.
“Alright, Ni... you seem to know *something* I don’t.”
“Maybe...”
Maybe Hank already does know and is *choosing* to ignore it. Nines can admit that’s precisely what he’s been ‘afraid’ of with all this.
“Out with it. What’s got you making that face for, honey?”
“My face looks the same.”
Yes, Nines supposes that is very unlike him.
He almost rather keep it a mystery, but there’s no turning back from here. It’s clear he has something he wants to say and Hank will work it out of him one way or another. He almost wishes he was
They stop their awkward slow dance at the kitchen table where there’s still the mess of Hank’s dinner to clean up. Nines looks at him with piercing eyes, eyes he doesn’t often turn on him like this, but...
Hank seems to consider it, but he’s... subjective. He’s always thought Connor was a bit of a dork and a little shaky expressing his feelings sometimes.
“Well, why do you think that is?”
“I think Connor is experiencing an... emotional attachment of sorts-“
“An infatuation.” And there it is.
Nines doesn’t say infatuated with who, because the way Hank sets his jaw as he stares back is rather telling.
Still, it’s not a thought worth entertaining, and Nines must know that. He must know that Hank loves *him*.
And, he knows Nines does, so-
“Are you jealous?”
But, it’s why Hank chose him in the first place that gives Nines his doubts.
He’s pushed it away as best as he can, but it‘s hard not to wonder everytime
Nines knows it’s why Hank showed an interest in him. He had most of Connor’s face and hair- his voice, save for the
Hank will deny it. The problem is that, yes, in a way, at the *beginning*, he saw an opportunity to have Connor without the fear of losing him in Nines.
Not that he has to, Nines isn’t stupid. Their first few interactions were confusing enough when Hank continued to show an interest in someone who was so obviously unlike the people Hank usually found appealing- friend or lover. It was suspicious.
Nines doesn’t get that feeling, anymore, he doesn’t feel like he’s ‘Connor’s replacement’. Hank has made painstakingly sure as they came
The android had gone quiet for a little too long, and Hank didn’t know what to make of it. The most fitting answer was the hardest to accept.
“You are jealous.”
“Honey-“
“You haven’t answered my question, Hank. Connor is showing signs of having romantic feelings for you, and you’re telling me you haven’t noticed?”
“He’s my best friend... that’s... that’s *it*.” He shrugs, but the hesitation in his voice is less than reassuring.
He knows that didn’t come out right, but he’s working on the spot here. Connor *doesn’t* like him like that- obviously. It’s not even worth
“*Nines*,” Hank starts, but one look at that blank, steel-eyed stare looking straight through him makes the words catch in his throat.
Hank sighs, hand threading through his hair.
When Connor had come to him with that card. That left Hank with quite a bit to the imagination, until he came to his senses and reasoned that it wasn’t anything. It couldn’t be.
“I know that. I’m not saying he is.”
“Then whats the issue? We’re just friends!”
“The *issue* is that I think he still has feelings for you.”
Nines watches, becoming less confident in his abilities as the night wears on.
“What if he does, Lieutenant? Humor me.”
“Then it means nothing!”
“You’re being awfully defensive.”
“Yeah, because my boyfriend is accusing me of having feelings for someone else.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Don’t you trust *me*? I’m programmed to interpret body language, as well as-“
“Nines, baby! It’s *nothing*.”
Nines is stuck. He’s very stuck. He feels his throat refusing to speak the words
He knows Hank would be happier, he *would* be. He’d have the person he cares most for besides Nines in his life, and Nines would have...
Well, what exactly?
Connor knew him much better than Nines expected him to and used the information to his best interests- possibly too much so as Connor’s quiet demeanor tonight
Curious.
Hank had calmed down enough to take a seat on the couch. Sumo thumped his tail
“Ni...”
‘Just say it! Is it that hard?‘
He was thankful that approach to the rest of the deviant investigation was quickly forfeited, as Connor
Interestingly enough...
Fuck.
Hank heard Nines sigh- the defeated sort. He was surprised how long they’d lasted on this topic. Normally it was a swift disagreement, few as those were, and then they were turning over for bed.
“You want me to just say Connor has a crush on me?... That will really make you happy somehow?”
Nines looked off towards their bedroom, considering the likelihood
“I would be ‘happy’ if you would consider the possibility, and....”
“And, *what*?”
Help him pursue the little deviant. Help him figure out what made Connor tick, help them reach a mutual understanding where Hank would ultimately
All he was sure of, was that it wasn’t possible that he’d misread things with Hank- just as he hadn’t with Connor.
He resisted a sigh, as he went to clean the kitchen table up. Hank watched him work, almost too pissed to admire his ass.
Nines huffed, honest to Ra9 huffed, as he’d never had to leave a disagreement with one of them unhappy, but especially both of them.
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