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DBH: Deviant Dynamics

Pairings: RK800 ( Connor ) / RK900 ( Conrad )

Warnings: Violence.

AU: Omegaverse. Post-Game.

Notes: I'm late to the party as usual. I decided to go with Conrad for RK900's name from out of the ones I've seen. Also, if I do eventually write a smutty scene, it will be isolated in its own chapter, that way if that stuff makes you uncomfortable, you can skip over it without missing important plot bits. I do this with all my stories, soooo... yeah. I'll try my best not to dump info about the world all in one go, so if you have questions about this universe, probably wait. Or send me an ask. Also, likes, comments, and reblogs are most welcome. This is my first DBH story, so bear with me a little.

Markus had asked him to come to the interrogation room. When Connor asked for something, it was difficult to refuse. It wasn't that Markus was intimidating, he could be at times, but he had a kind voice that even Connor was envious of. Being designed as a Negotiator, a smooth voice would come in handy, however, he was programed with a voice that Hank had deemed 'goofy'. Connor's heels clicked over the worn out tile surface of the Department's floors as he hastened to meet up with the other android. Connor didn't know why the former Jericho leader would call for him of all androids, but he'd make time for the revolutionary leader. Placing his hand on the scanner, his skin peeling back to reveal his white plates, the door gave a confirming ding before opening. When Connor made his way inside, he was caught off guard.

Sitting powered down in the interrogation chair was another him. It wasn't the fact that it was another him, but a newer model of him. Hank had killed what he thought was the last of the RK800 series in the Cyberlife Tower, or at least Connor had thought. Connor raised a brow and looked over at Markus who was standing expectantly, mismatched eyes observing Connor's reaction with a cool exterior. The alpha android was an enigma on his own, comforting and yet commanding, someone who had easily gained the respect of humans and androids with his determination to keep the peace while still fighting for freedom.

"I thought we were the last of the RK models?" Connor questioned as he moved closer to the powered down android in the chair, his own LED whirling yellow as he examined the model. This RK model was a bit stockier, lacking the blemishes and flaws that Connor had that made him more appealing and relatable to humans. Reaching a hand out, Connor smoothed out the black and white formal jacket that looked more like a Cyberlife uniform than any of the other RK models had worn. The label on the chest was printed with the letter and numbers of RK900. He hadn't heard about a newer model being designed, making Connor wonder what other things Amanda had conveniently left out in their conversations. Not that it mattered now. She was gone, leaving Connor in peace.

"I thought so too," Markus replied, still unmoving as he watched with that intense focus that could unnerve and draw others in at the same time. "I went back to the Cyberlife Tower to make sure nothing was left behind. It appears that Cyberlife had been secretly working on another prototype. To replace you." The other android stated with heavy emphasis, as if trying to judge how Connor would react to such news.

Connor's LED flickered red only briefly before soothing out to a calm blue once more, his rich brown eyes shifting over to Markus to study him in turn. It made him wonder what sort of game Markus was playing at, what motives that lay hidden beneath his collected exterior. While Connor was suspicious, Connor trusted the man whole heartedly, but sometimes Markus enjoyed teasing Connor a little too much. "Has he been activated yet?" Connor decided to pry for more answers without being too direct, sometimes beating around the bush was the best approach in getting others to spill their guts.

"No, since he's a specially designed prototype, I thought I'd discuss the matter with you first." Markus finally moved, reaching out to place a hand on the RK900's shoulder, not yet integrating with his systems. "I fear he hasn't been activated at all, so his programming might still rule him. So I thought bringing him here would be the safest idea." Connor frowned a little, there was really only one thing his model line and predecessors would be made for. Hunting down deviants. Especially with the treat looming over Cyberlife's head during the time of RK900's creation. "Also, it might help to have your... expertise here."

Connor furrowed his brows, it only took half a second before he realize what Markus had meant. Androids were designed to look like their human creators, though while humans had a variety of dynamics of alphas, betas, and omegas on a mostly even scale. Most androids were designed to take on beta traits to be more neutral and less expensive. Markus had been the first alpha to be created without the deviant virus triggering a change in dynamic. Connor had been the first omega designed as an omega scent could easily calm those you were stressed. A valuable assets in the field of negotiation with dangerous people and androids.

He lifted up a hand to rub his chin with a finger and a thumb, a human gesture he'd developed by dealing with humans for so long. He didn't want one of his models to stay in stasis as he felt everyone should have a chance at life. However, after dealing with his clone at the Cyberlife Tower, Connor wasn't exactly all too confident about this idea. While he could handle another him on even grounds, this model was a newer version. Which meant he was likely better than Connor in every way. Markus seemed to make sense of Connor's expression as he moved to begin cuffing the powered down android to the steel table before him.

"If he acts out of line, its our duty to correct him. Everyone deserves a chance at freedom. If you were able to fight against your programming, then maybe he can too." Markus soothed and Connor wanted to believe him, but his LED flashing yellow still gave away his nervousness. The last thing this shaky world needed was a upgraded deviant hunter who no longer had anyone to give him direction now that Amanda was gone.

"This could possibly prove dangerous, are you ready to handle this if things go down shit creek?" At Connor's choice of words, Markus gave him a curious glance before taking a step back from the upgraded android, placing his hands politely behind his back.

"I see you've been spending more time with Lieutenant Anderson, though the swearing doesn't suit you with that goofy voice of yours." The alpha stated with smoothness that nearly hid the humor in his voice. It only served for him to receive a faint glare from Connor, the android rarely seem capable of getting angry. Frustrated? Yes. Furious? Not really.

Since RK900 was supposed to be his replacement, Connor would do the honors of activating him. Reaching out, Connor's hand covered one of RK900's, skin peeling back as his touch forced the other android's skin to be removed as well. Connecting himself through touch, he sent a command for the prototype to start up. Being both RK models, it wasn't as easy to convert one into deviancy. Their special programming was for too strong for a simple touch to convert them. However, RK900's LED flashed on, blue circling around a few times as it took a moment for the android to wake up for the first time.

Connor kept his hand over the larger one, wanting to offer comfort as his artificial scent seeped out from under the loose collar of his white dress shirt. Using everything in his arsenal to keep the situation calm and under control. RK900 lifted his head, eyelids snapping open as cool gray eyes observed the room and the situation he was in. Thankfully, the android didn't seem panicked or threatened, but Connor couldn't read much into that blank, scowling expression that he figured must be designed that was for intimidation. This android was definitely not designed to be pleasing to the soul.

"RK900, are all systems functioning normally?" Connor asked, having to say the android's model felt dry on his tongue. He'd have to see if the android had a designated name. If not, they would have to find one that the other man liked.

His response only served to have those sterling eyes land on him, making Connor freeze briefly. It was unexpected, the man looked vaguely like him but much more threatening than Connor could ever be and Connor could be fairly threatening if he needed to pry answers out of someone. Connor's LED went from blue immediately to red within an instant, it was inexplicable as RK900 hadn't done anything but look at him. Connor refused to take a step back, knowing rationally that doing so in front of someone dangerous might only instigate an attack. His nostrils flared, trying to take in the scent of the upgraded model, but couldn't find a single trace that might help him judge the situation he was in.

Reading Connor's stress levels, Markus took a step forward to intervene, but that had been the wrong move. Before either androids could react, RK900 had broke loose, the chain connecting his cuffs snapping with little to no resistance at all. Connor only managed to take a single step back before his predecessor was on him, the other android weight alone sending him crashing to the floor. He felt a crushing pressure on his throat, preventing him from swearing out from being caught offguard so easily. As strong hands wrapped around his throat, causing enough force damage to render his human skin away and reveal his white exoskeleton. Errors popped up in his vision, blaring like alarms and making it difficult to concentrate.His own hands scrambled to shove and dig into the calm face glaring down at him, no emotion, no hesitation.

And then, that destructive weight was gone, leaving Connor to roll over and away from the crash he heard, gasping for air that would help his internal fans keep his body cool. He'd been threatened with overheating or having his neck crushed and head detached from the amount of strength RK900 had. Feeling lightheaded, Connor knew he needed to recover fast with RK900 still around, quickly stumbling up onto his feet and looking over to see Markus and RK900 struggling for dominance. He could smell both of them now, two aggressive alphas fighting for dominance, one to protect another android and the other wanted to destroy both the deviants.

Connor had to help, if Markus got hurt, he'd never hear the end of it, he was already on thin ice with the other androids for what he'd done during the revolution. Stumbling over to the knocked over metal chair, he hefted it up off the floor. Electronic snarls and static growls filled the interrogation room as Connor approached the destructive mass of two alphas trying to kill each other. It was times like this that really revealed that Markus was every bit of alpha as he was designed to be. Regardless, RK900 was newer and his programming wouldn't allow any hesitation, only completing his mission. That thought alone gave Connor the strength to swing the chair up like one of Jeffery's perfect golf swings.

The chair crashed into his counterpart's head, the metal denting as he sent RK900 crashing into a wall. The force alone seemed to have knocked some systems loose as the LED in the upgraded android flickered red before dimming out. Connor knew the android wasn't dead yet, it would take a lot more that than to kill even Connor, let alone someone who was supposedly better than him. He turned to look down at Markus, who was pushing himself onto his feet and wiping thirium from his busted nose. Connor moved closer to the alpha to investigate the damage but Markus lifted up a hand to stay the Detective away.

"No thanks, I'm fine. I heard from Anderson what you do with blue blood." Markus teased before pulling out a rag to wipe the Thirium off his face. It seemed the man was used to dealing with his own blood outside his body judging from the faint blue stains on the rag.

"That was strictly for expedient analysis and I wish he'd quit telling everyone that." Connor replied with a scowl before looking over at his knocked out counterpart who didn't look any better off than Markus. For being an older model, Markus proved time and time again that no matter the upgrade, he was still superior. "What are we going to do with him, we can't keep him here, its too dangerous for the androids that work here."

"I'll take him to my place and work with him there." Markus tucked the bloodied rag back into his coat pocket, sighing out as he crouched down before the fallen RK900. "Looks like I have my work cut out ahead of me."

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DBH: Deviant Dynamics

Chapter 4

Pairings: RK800 x RK900

Warnings: Swearing. No swearing on my profile.

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RK900.

It was the only name he had and even then, it was just a label. A specification of what model he was. Impersonal, detached, separate from humanity as he was just a machine created to serve Cyberlife. Not humans as a whole, but the greed of a company who desired nothing more than what any human wants. Money, power, status. Things that meant nothing to the android, he desired nothing but to fulfill his purpose and yet he had even been denied that much. He had considered that he should simply be deactivated, but Markus hadn't allowed it and in turn Markus became the one who gave him a new directive.

Work for the Detroit police and aid RK800 in any way the other android needed him.

For the past week, the last order had became more and more his primary objective. He wasn't oblivious of what was happening, the way his vision would flicker red every so often like a faulty computer screen. It was a sign of a virus, of deviancy. Despite knowing this, he refused to allow himself to fall into such a thing. He'd observed what deviancy entailed, irrational emotions, actions that were not required, thoughts that would get i the way of a case. Feelings clouded judgement, he was beginning to understand that much and he blamed Connor for it all. He'd spent months under the tutelage of Markus, being educated in how much the world had changed. Not once did he find a fault in his programs.

But seeing Connor again. It was a destructive force that left him on unbalanced ground, trying his best to keep himself from falling into something he knew was wrong.

Most days he could get by, Connor was good at hiding his thoughts, but RK900 was even better. Still, everyone in the department thought he was still a cold, unfeeling machine. Something he wished to be, something that was logical and steadier than this... uncontrollable need to just have Connor in his sights, let alone be in his vicinity.

Today, however, was one of the bad days. He couldn't even catch a whiff of that subtle fragrance of lavender and honey, something that humans wouldn't be able to detect on anything other than a subconscious scale. RK900 was all too aware of it, constantly seeking it out and today, it wasn't to be found. He'd searched the building top to bottom in search for Connor, but the other android was not to be found. The timer on the upright of his vision was increasing in number, counting how long he'd been searching and how long Connor was late for work. Usually Connor was either early or on time, depending on the mood Hank was in. Hank was dozing at his desk, which meant someone had to drag the graying old alpha into work today.

As he made his way through the halls, other coworkers moving around him out of habit as they knew RK900 wasn't one to politely give way, that was just the way he was. There was an exception, however, one that ran directly into him as RK900 turned the corner. He didn't budge as the human stumbled back in surprise, from the heat fanning out over his torso, RK900 assumed coffee had been spilled onto his jacket. He didn't bother to look down to confirm his analysis as instead his cold gray eyes focused on the one who ran into him. Gavin. Ever since he'd been reprimanded by Connor for interfering, RK900 took the other android's orders to not engage in this Detective.

Currently, Connor wasn't here to reinforce such a command.

He observed as Gavin swore and straightened himself back up, posturing himself in attempts to gain an height advantage over the android. He couldn't see the reason why Gavin would attempt such a move when the male was well aware of RK900's capabilities. It was possible that the detective was confident RK900 wouldn't do anything since Connor was usually around to pacify things before it escalated. Warnings popped up along RK900's vision, labeling Gavin as a threat and an obstacle preventing him from completing his mission in locating Connor. Unlike his previous model, he wasn't designed to keep humans' safety in mind, all that mattered was following his orders. The lack of restraints put on him by Cyberlife appeared to be a faulty decision on their part.

"Watch where you're going, you tin fucker." Gavin appeared more annoyed than usual, likely unintentional since Connor's natural calming presence wasn't around to take the edge off. Not that Gavin would likely acknowledge such a fact, it didn't slip past RK900's attention. The fact alone that Connor had such a subtle effect on people didn't sit well with RK900 and he refused to delve further into that line of thought process at the moment.

"I would advise you to be more attentive to where you walk, Detective." RK900 stated with his usual tact, keeping his appearance as a stable machine. "Or else you might end up getting hurt." Gavin glared up at him, RK900 could see the human try to figure out if he'd just been threatened or not but the android gave nothing away.

"Aren't you some sort of state of the art trash can? You're the one who needs to watch where you're going, asshole." Gavin reached out to prod at RK900's chest to emphasis his point, but such an advancement was taken as an act of aggression. Though it was simply more posturing, RK900's system was already unbalanced enough that he convinced his inner workings to give himself a reason to retaliate. Time seemed to slow down before RK900's eyes, a grid flickering to life to create a simulation on how RK900 should react. However, something seemed wrong, the virtual simulation flickered in and out between red and blue as his processings were at war with each other. It didn't stop him though, all that mattered was that he had to locate Connor and anything trying to prevent him from doing so would be dealt with post haste.

His options were simple, he could chose the route that would get him in the least amount of trouble with Fowler or he could obtain satisfaction in breaking the man's arm that had threatened Connor numerous times. While his systems were leaning towards the latter, his machine side won out. Satisfaction was a human emotion and RK900 would not let this infection of deviancy rule him that easily.Before Gavin even had a chance to press his finger against RK900's chest, the android seized the man's wrist and gave a violent twist. The sudden shock and pain had Gavin crying out in anger and pain as he fell to the floor, his body twisting in attempts to alleviate the pain in his wrist.

"My apologies, Detective Reed, but you are currently interfering with my primary objective. So I will have to request that you stay out of my way. Your cooperation will be most appreciated." His voice was unwavering as if he hadn't just applied a bit more pressure onto the man's twisted wrist than was really necessary, causing Gavin to swear RK900's existence to whatever hell androids went to.Once he was certain that Gavin wouldn't be interrupting him again, RK900 released him and took a step to the side, putting space between them in case Gavin decided to act irrationally. "I would suggest finding the on site nurse to tend to your wrist, Detective."

With a turn of his heal, RK900 returned to his pathing, leaving Gavin seething in his wake. That didn't matter, none of it mattered. Connor was still missing.

There was only one last source he could gain information on, Connor's partner in the force, Hank. Connor had demanded that RK900 not to engage with Hank unless absolutely necessary and Hank made every attempt to ignore RK900's very existence. The android had observed and logged every interaction Connor had with the older alpha, finding it odd that an android would claim someone as their father. However, Connor seemed... happy and relaxed whenever he was around Hank. And that made RK900's systems disrupt even further. Upon investigation upon his own systems, he figured out that the malfunction was called jealousy.

He wanted Connor to look at him like that. To ONLY look at HIM like that.

More irrational thoughts he had to shove down as he approached Hank's desk, the man bristled as if already aware of RK900's goal.Which meant he knew something, that much was obvious as Connor was never too far from the man, following him around like a puppy. RK900's LED flickered yellow briefly before he smothering the deviant virus once again. It was getting harder and harder to do so each time it decided to rear its ugly head."Lieutenant Anderson, I would like to inquire the whereabouts of Detective Connor."

Hank let out a gruff noise and sat up in his seat, not bothering to stand up against RK900, it was more of not acknowledging RK900 as a threat. Not because Hank trusted RK900, but to make a point of how little he thought of the android. "That's none of your god damn business, so get the hell away from me." The old detective folded his arms, a stubborn set in his jaw hinting of a warning.

"I was assigned to assist Detective Connor while at the DPD." RK900 replied, trying to keep his cool but the errors and red alerts were starting to fill his vision, becoming more and more insistent that he give in to the deviancy.

Hank spread open his arms, a gesture to indicate the entirety of the office. "Well, he ain't here, dumbass." The man was confident, smug even in denying RK900 Connor's presence. He knew the Detective was a hard man to get along with but Connor constantly reassured that the old alpha was a big softie once you wormed his way into his heart.

Dialogue options flickered onto his vision, giving him a list of choices that would be optimal to use in a situation.

RETURN TO WORK. CONTINUE SEARCHING. POWER DOWN. Ḩ̸̛̖̠̹̤̯̠̂̌̈́̆͊̔͒̑́̚̚͝Ą̵̠̏̉͋̽̈̀̉̋̎̂͆͘͝R̴̡̜͓̺̠̹͓̬͐̌͌͆̿̊M̸̢̼̪̹̺̲͍͇̹͑͜ DETECTIVE ANDERSON.

The answer was clear, the red font flickering to gain his attention, to draw him in, filling his screen in urgent demand. His hand shot out to seize the detective by the color of his less than fashionable shirt, dragging him up out of his seat with ease and heft him up to the point the man's feet no longer touched the ground. Hank struggled, hitting, shoving, kicking, anything he could do to get the android to release him. Hank was keeping Connor from him, thus Hank was labeled as a hindrance in accomplishing his mission. He was not a negotiator like Connor, he wouldn't use honeyed words to get information. He would use force through any means possible.

"RK900, release the detective." A voice rang out behind him, clear as day through the alarms, static and error messages. Instantly RK900 released his grip and letting Hank fall to the ground, wheezing for the breath he'd been previously denied. RK900 turned to face this new threat, his eyes sharpening on the familiar form of Markus who looked as unconcerned and confident as always. That android didn't need force, his words lead others to believe they were moving on their own free will but Markus had a way of disguising his commands all too well. A alpha among alphas, RK900 acknowledged with a calculating mind.  Would he try to stop him?

"I think it would be wise for you to take a few vacation days for yourself, RK900. You should come visit me at my place and I'll explain why Connor isn't here." Markus didn't move, staying in his position, giving ground nor taking it. The man seemed to play this game all too well, but that was no surprise.

"I want to know where Connor is." Rk900 replied with a sharp tone, a finality to his voice. And yet Markus only raised a brow at him, tilting his chin up just slightly as if he'd found out something that had confirmed his suspicions.

"Machines want for nothing, RK900." Markus pointed out a fact RK900 already knew but refused to admit. "I can assure you that Connor is safe and he will return to work within a week's time. In the meantime, you can stay with me and Hank will contact me when Connor is feeling well enough to return to work." There it was, a command hidden beneath those words, giving RK900 the illusion of a choice. Markus may have fooled others who might've been a problem, but RK900 was well aware of this game.

That being said, Markus was right. If RK900 stayed here, he would decend further into deviancy and harm others around him. Something Connor would not approve of and his orders were to follow Connor's guidance to the best of his abilities. Slowly, his machine reasoning began to win out of the corruption, as he called it, pushing it all back down deep within him. Slowly, his red LED began to swirl back into a steady pale blue, a sign that he had regained control over himself.

"I will do as you requested, Markus."

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DBH: Deviant Dynamics

Chapter 16

Warnings: Mild Violence

Connor was moderately surprised from Simon's request, the other android was usually easy going. A man that had faith in whatever decision Markus made, someone reliable. Connor didn't know much about him aside from the fact he had supported Markus' judgement on Connor joining Jericho. Once that decision had been made, Simon accepted Connor when everyone else had their reserves.It was something respectable about the blond, not considered weak by bending without complaint, but the desire to be united in times of stress. It was one of the reasons he trusted Simon enough to be alone with him and it made him worry as Simon usually tended to handle things by himself.

Connor turned to look over to Conrad, he could already see the other man's jaw clenched slightly in disapproval of such an idea. He didn't say anything as he already knew the outcomes of this argument, that didn't mean he had to like it or completely accept it. Having seen how Conrad had bristled from the receptionist touching his hand, Connor thought it would likely be best for Conrad to stand outside the room. From all the bruises and wounds on his body, there would be a lot of touching and the last thing Connor wanted was an overly possessive alpha strangling one of Connor's allies."Stay here, it shouldn't take too long." In attempts to placate Conrad, Connor gave in and placed a hand on his arm, that small connection meant to soothe him.

It was brief before he nodded to Simon and the blond android opened the door just barely wide enough for Connor to squeeze into the room. It made him wonder if Simon was hiding something, which was a bit uncharacteristic. Reaching up, he rubbed his nose while moving over to sit on the exam table. Simon locked the door before returning to Connor, he appeared to be trying to look relaxed but nothing could escape Connor's notice, able to read the erratic spikes of stress as Simon fought to keep himself collected. "What's going on, Simon? What did you want to talk about?"

Simon seemed to hesitate before he took a seat in an office chair near the desk. Elbows on his knees as he leaned forward enough to rake his hand through his hair, trying to find a place to start. "It started this morning when I came into work. I kept getting system errors, my tasks kept getting jumbled up, like I couldn't really concentrate. So I decided to go through a scan to see if anything was malfunctioning, but everything seemed to be working optimally. I even had a couple of the other nurses give me an exam in case a fresh pair of eyes might find something overlooked. But everything was running smoothly."

Connor frowned a little, it was concerning to hear that not even a man who had studied so hard after the revolution so he could take care of all the injured androids to be unable to repair himself. Connor remained silent, letting Simon continue when he wished. There was always a time to push someone for answers but this wasn't it. Simon was a friend and Connor would be understanding and patient. It wasn't often that Simon would go out of his way to ask for help or advice, so it had to be something serious.

"As the day wore on, I thought the air conditioning broke, so I called a repairman in to fix it. Only to be told it was running properly. So I ran a diagnostics on my internal cooling systems, they were running fine but no amount of fresh air could help me cool down." Connor stilled a little, the first conclusion he wanted to come to was that he remembered that feeling. That intolerable warmth that made him feel like his insides were going to melt. Connor's gaze studied Simon a bit more closely, nose twitching slightly to analyze the air but the room was empty of Simon's smell. As if he wasn't even there.

"I see you've come to the same conclusion I have. It should be impossible though. All androids aside from the RK series are betas right?" Simon broke through Connor's thoughts, having observed Connor's expression well enough. So this is why Simon didn't want Conrad to join him, it would definitely be dangerous to have an alpha around when an omega was in heat. Though since Connor and Conrad were bonded no, the upgraded android should be able to resist another omega's heat. Though Conrad seemed to exhibit more primitive alpha traits than normal modern alphas.

"Since I wasn't getting any errors in my programming I decided to see if there had been any changes recently made. Usually updates are logged, but since Cyberlife supposedly went down, we haven't received any updates. When I found the shifts in my system, uncatalogued, I knew someone had messed with my programming and I don't have the power to change it." Simon pressed onward, looking more and more stressed, Connor understood what he was going through, to unexpectedly be thrust into a new level of deviancy that no one understood. Conrad already knew the one who'd been behind this, the only one left who had access to the Android mainframe. Kamski.

Connor would have to discuss this with Markus soon, if Kamski was planning on changing androids into other dynamics, there would be absolute chaos in android society. It wasn't something they needed when they were still trying to put themselves together. "Did you contact Markus?" Connor figured Markus would be the first person Simon alerted, but then again since Markus was an alpha, that may be a bad idea.

"I did, he said he'd be over soon. I can't tell him what's happening, so that's why I brought you here to pass on the information. You've gone through this as well, correct?" Connor nodded, though he really didn't want to elaborate on how he had handled his heat.

"You should probably go home and stay there until things calm down. Its going to be hard, but I found it easier just to give in to all those desires. As long as you stay indoors, you don't want to do something you might regret." Connor had numerous times thought about contacting Conrad during his heat, to beg the other android to come over just so he could reach some level of satisfaction. He was glad he hadn't, it had been too early and Connor would've never forgiven himself. "Usually omegas produce a strong smell when they're in heat, but I don't smell anything from you."

Simon blinked for a moment before remembering something, straightening up, he pulled down the collar of his scrub, revealing a thick roll of bandages over where his scent gland would be. A smart move. While there were only two alpha androids currently in existence, human alphas would be lured in by the artificial scent as well, so it was better safe than sorry."Would you mind taking it off for a moment? I'd like to see if how omega androids react to another omega in heat." He knew he was asking a lot from Simon, but both understood that it was better to get this information now before this new deviancy spread like wildfire and no way to predict how androids would react.

Simon peeled off the medical tape, careful not to ruin his skin as he peeled it off just enough that he let his scent free into the room. Immediately the smell of the room shifted, Connor couldn't breathe without tasting Simon's scent on his tongue. It made Connor feel a little agitated, not aggressive in a way, but wanting to get away from the smell. It was the typical response for omegas, an instinct that kept them away from each other during this time. Omegas in heat could become territorial and aggressive if they thought someone was intruding into their area or trying to steal their partner away during this stressful time. Connor closed his eyes to concentrate on not bolting out of the room to get some fresh air, it was during that time he heard muffled voices from outside the door.

Outside the room, Conrad had stood in front of the door with his hands clasped behind his back, letting himself go still as he waited for Connor's return, he tried to listen in to the conversation, but the door and walls had been mostly soundproofed to give patients privacy, so all Conrad could hear was muffled noises. As he waited, he heard someone's booted feet walking down the hall, making Conrad's head turn almost mechanically to investigate who would approach and if he should warn off. However, his eyes caught sight of Markus heading his way, making his body tense a little. He didn't really want Markus around Connor, his older android counterpart always seemed quite easygoing with the revolutionary leader. A little too easy going for Conrad's liking.

"Conrad. I didn't expect to see you here." Markus seemed  to be bothered by Conrad's presence, which was a little unusual since Markus always seemed to have a confident but light command about him. It only served to make Conrad restless as well, on edge with the other alpha getting closer. It took more effort than usual not to curl his lip at Markus.

"Connor and I had a bit of a rough time last night and needed some repairing." Conrad responded icily, there was a sharp tone to his voice that was warning Markus away from the idea of Connor. Markus stopped just out of arms reach, his feet slightly spread apart in a bracing stance, a silent posture that meant he was ready for a fight. It was unusual for Markus to be posturing like this. While Conrad was a dangerous, Markus never took him as a threat he couldn't handle even though Conrad had won out through a majority of their fights.

"Simon contacted me and said it was important that I see him." Markus looked pointedly at Conrad who was standing in front of the door that contained Simon and Connor. However, Conrad didn't budge, he wasn't about to let Markus go in there with Connor when Conrad wasn't there to make sure the other alpha knew who Connor belonged to.He would barely tolerate the beta, but he would not tolerate another alpha being near the older android.

"Conrad, I think it would be in both our best interest if you move aside." There was a growl in Markus' tone, a rare sound to hear but Conrad had heard it before during their scuffles. This time it held a more serious note which only served to make Conrad's eyes darken a little, his own growl rumbling from his throat to match Markus' threat. Tension was building in the air and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped. This time Conrad wasn't going to play nicely, he was going to prove that Connor was his and his alone and warn off Markus. However, Markus didn't seem to want to back down or at least ease the tension between them. Instead he fueled it by taking a step forward, intruding on Conrad's space.

Conrad was completely still, his glare frigid and unblinking as they met green/blue eyes that would not yield. Conrad didn't know who moved first, but he found himself and Markus slamming into the ground, the harsh white tile merciless against his shoulder as the two alphas struggled to maintain the dominant position. Markus went to swing a right hook against Conrad's face as the upgraded android had his hands wrapped around the older model's throat, wanting to crush it beneath him palms. When the fist drew close to Conrad's face, he jerked his head to meet the fist with an open maw. Teeth dug into mocha toned skin, denting the plates beneath it as Conrad caught the fist in a brutal bear trap of his jaws. Hot thirium splashed upon his lips and tongue, dribbling down his chin as Markus continued to struggle beneath him, making the wound worse.

What Conrad didn't expect was an outside force slamming into his side, the heel of a dress shoe digging into the tender part between his inner plates. While the hit was strong, it wasn't enough to knock him away from his opponent, he needed to eliminate the other alpha so no one would come between him and Connor. When the hit to his side didn't deter him, the second attacker bit down on the back of his neck without restraint, sharp little teeth tearing through skin and plates into the tender wiring of his body. He took a sharp breath and was suddenly overpowered by the smell of bitterness, a familiar scent laying under it. It alerted him that it was his own omega who'd been attacking him. Surprised and annoyed that his omega would dare try to stop him, he jerked his head to glare at Connor, ripping his neck from those teeth in turn.

However, it was the distraction Markus needed to slam his unabused fist right into the side of Conrad's face with enough force to send Conrad stumbling to the side. Markus was about to go in for another attack when a hand on his arm stopped him, looking over to see Simon had entered the hall, the slight wrinkles in the corners of his eyes hinting of the stress he was experiencing. Conrad pushed himself up onto his feet, not wanting to be on the ground while the other alpha was up, not willing to give even the slightest power to Markus.Connor's LED was blinking red in warning, seemingly more angry than the two alphas but his expression remained soft, deceptively so.

"Now isn't the time for you two to be fighting, especially in a hospital. I would expect Conrad to be unable to control himself, but you, Markus?" Connor sounded like he was scolding the two, maybe he picked up more from Hank than he first assumed, the way Hank tried to scold either him or Sumo, but unable to really be angry at the two of them. "Simon, I think it would be for the best to go home and take a break until you feel better. I'll explain everything to Markus in the meantime." Connor shifted his gaze over at Conrad who seemed to nearly be leaning over Connor, subtly trying to cover the older android in his scent. "I'll get one of the other nurses to patch Conrad up, maybe even put a muzzle on him since he can't behave himself."

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Deviant Dynamics: Revolution.

Chapter 5

Masterlist

Warnings: None. Except for some surprises.

Connor looked up at the house before him as the rain poured down, soaking his previously dry and cleaned clothes. He wore a Detroit Lions hat so the brim kept the rain out of his face, allowing him to seem without water blurring his vision. In reality, Connor had never seen this house before, but in his simulation he knew it down to the smallest detail. It was a strange sort of feeling, making him wonder how his system had known about this house to begin with when he'd never seen it in person. So, Connor stood there trying to puzzle out how he knew about this house, how he knew exactly how many steps it took to bring him to the front door. His hand lifted, finger hovering over the doorbell, he already knew the pleasant chiming sound of a few notes from Clair de Lune would play inside the building.

Regardless, he pushed the doorbell and as predicted the first few chimes played, it was an eerie sensation that was making him more and more aware that his simulation had be much more than a simple dream perhaps. Before he could chase down the rabbit hole of conspiracies, the door opened to reveal a human, he could tell right away from the five o'clock shadow the man was sporting. His dark brown hair slightly mussed in contrast to the elegance of the home. Connor had never seen this human before but he already knew who it was without running a scan. He'd seen pictures, paintings, the assortment of documents while he'd visited this home in his simulation.

Leo Manfred.

It was some surprise he was here, with the known record of Carl Manfred's son being not the most idealistic child, Connor would have thought the man would've sold the place once Carl had passed away.Though Carl had passed away in his simulation, not in reality, but he'd been in poor health during the revolution so he wouldn't be too surprised if the man passed. Especially after hearing about Markus.

"Who are you and what do you want." Leo interrupted Connor's train of though, he sounded like he didn't want visitors, making Connor tilt his head to study Leo closer. His stress levels were high, meaning he was up to something and given Leo's records, Connor could only assume what. However, he didn't put them out in the open yet, wanting to investigate further as to why Kamski thought to send Connor here of all places. He wasn't certain what he should tell Leo, with deviancy being a crime punishable by deactivation, it would be a risk to tell Leo that he'd been part of the revolution with Markus. However, Kamski wouldn't have sent him here just for Connor to get caught, so he had to put faith in whatever Kamski was scheming and just come out with it.

"My name is Connor, I was friends with Markus during the android uprising. I was told to come here from a reliable source, though I do not know why he would send me here." Connor frowned, hoping that would be a good enough response for Leo. The name Kamski likely wouldn't help his case, so Connor conveniently left that out. To the common person, Kamski was connected to Cyberlife, as the recluse didn't make his actions publicly known, allowing him to continue his work away from the public eye. Leo stared at Connor for a long moment, looking like he was half tempted to slam the door in Connor's face. However, something held him back, desperation? What for though was the greater question.

"I remember seeing you on TV, but they shot you and Markus." Leo straightened a little, examining Connor a bit closely now, especially Connor's forehead where he'd been shot. "I guess a bullet through the head doesn't count for much these days. Fine, come in." Leo opened the door to allow Connor access to a house he'd never been in and yet looked far too familiar. It was a disorienting experience, trying to make out what was reality and what was memories of his simulation. Connor stepped into the house, not wanting to be out in the open for very long, though he wasn't sure if entering this home was any less dangerous. Leo had granted him access a little too easily, making Connor remain on alert regardless of being in the safety of indoors.

Once the door was shut Leo rubbed his palms nervously on the tops of his thighs, making Connor's LED swirl yellow as he felt his own stress levels rise. He could handle one human, but he would prefer not to if he had the choice. "Can you explain to me why I was sent here, Leo?" Connor pressed, turning to face the man who looked out of place in such a refined building. His clothes weren't tattered but they were casual and he didn't show any signs of drug use, despite his previous knowledge of Leo. Then again, if Leo was still dealing in drugs, he likely would've sold off everything in the house along with the house itself. Something had kept this man from going down the wrong path, or so Connor assumed.

"Its... Its better if I just show you." Leo turned abruptly and jogged up the stairs, Connor followed at a more sedate pace, not wanting to run head long into a trap. He didn't like how vague Leo was being, he was practically a stranger, the only connection was that Markus and him had had a falling out and that had been the spark of Markus' revolt. From what he heard, Leo was jealous of Markus' relationship with Carl. None of these stories had been good. As he followed after Leo up the stairs and down a hall, Leo stopped to open the door and enter first, leaving Connor to enter as he wished.

Connor turned to the door but remained outside so he could examine the room within. It was a bedroom, but that wasn't as important as what else he saw. Laying on the bed was an android, it was difficult to tell who it was at first sight but Connor would never forget the warm mocha toned synthetic skin. Without thinking he rushed over to the bed, eyes wide as he took in the sight of Markus, or what was left of him. He was in just as bad shape as Connor had been before RK900 had repaired him. "Markus?!" Connor called out, placing a hand on the other android's shoulder in attempts to wake him from his sleep.

"He can't answer you." Came another voice, a new one that wasn't Leo but was all too familiar. Connor jerked his head around to see another android who was slouched on a small couch that faced the bed. He looked almost just as badly damaged but still able to move and talk,

"Simon?" Connor asked cautiously, half afraid to hope. Even outside of Connor simulation, Simon had been the only other one who had easily accepted him at Jericho. The blond android was still neutral to Connor, but he had trusted Markus' judgement without question, knowing Markus only had the future of Jericho and androids safety in mind. Simon slowly pushed himself up into a sit, struggling to do so as his torso looked like it had taken severe damage.

"It looks like the dead just won't stay dead." Simon stated as if staying alive was exhausting and a chore, Connor could understand that much. After such a crushing defeat, being on the brink of death, sometimes just giving up felt like a huge relief instead of carrying around the burden of living. They'd been so close to achieving their goal and it was snuffed out so easily, it was difficult to bounce back from that when one couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Connor had, he'd tasted what could be and now more than ever was determined to hold onto that thread of hope.

"What happened? Last thing I remember was seeing Markus get shot." Connor asked as he looked back at Markus, it appeared that he had been worked on a bit, hooked up to a remote power source to keep him on life support basically. However, that was the extent of it, making it difficult to look at Markus like this. The once confident and calm alpha who appeared like nothing could bring him down laying helpless and near lifeless on a bed.

"After You and Markus were shot, the humans swarmed us out of no where. I carried Markus out of there, but not without sustaining heavy damage myself. Josh and North..." Simon turned his head away quickly, his jaw clenching and his fingers curling. It was the first time Connor had seen Simon express any sort of emotion that wasn't calm acceptance. Connor decided it was best not to pry, even if North and Josh had been opposed to Connor being with them, they had supported Markus and that was all that really mattered.

"I didn't know where else to go, so I took Markus back home thinking... Well, I thought he'd want his final resting place to be in a place he loved." Simon's voice wavered a bit before steadying as if nothing happened. "I didn't expect to find Leo here, but Carl had called him over to settle the will." Simon looked down at his lap, his LED was a solid red, the android was stressed beyond measure. Connor turned his gaze to Leo, wanting to hear more of the story but not wanting to press Simon any further. Leo took his cue and stepped closer, moving a bit awkwardly as if he was uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't know how to deal with emotions of kindness and love. Connor could see it, he'd been there once himself.

"Well, truth it, I came hoping Carl would sign everything over to me, I had every intention on selling everything for money." Leo admitted with a bit of guilt in his voice but he dragged a hand over his cheek to steady himself. "But... Carl, no, my dad. He told me that he wished that Markus and I could've met on better terms, he wanted us to be like brothers." Leo's frown deepened, causing wrinkles on his face that should still have some youth left in it. Too much had happened, too much of the man's inner turmoil soured his appearance and the drugs certainly hadn't helped. "He new he wasn't going to last much longer, he didn't want me to face the world alone any longer. So he wanted Markus to be what he failed to be."

Leo dropped down in a chair that was set beside the bed, raking his fingers through his dark brown hair. "I hated the old man, he never gave two shits about me while I was growing up. And seeing him care for Markus, who wouldn't be jealous? But, if it wasn't for Markus, Carl wouldn't have even given me a second thought." Leo put his elbows on his knees and cupped his hands over his mouth as he was trying to keep himself together as he stared at the motionless remains of Markus laying on the bed. "So when Simon came to the door asking for me to hide them, I did. I don't know why really, part of me still wants to throw them out. But, I can't, Markus is the only family I have left." Connor tilted his head a little, studying Leo as the human had admitted to considering Markus as family, which was an encouraging sign.

"The problem is, I can't send him or Simon in to get repairs, I can't call someone over either and I have no clue on how to work on androids. Simon did his best but there's only so much he knows." Leo looked up at Connor as if the android was their saving grace. "Since you're here, it'll be some help in getting all the parts and fixing him right? You're a RK unit like Markus, highly specialized?"

"While I am a later generation model of Markus, I'm not certain if I have the complete knowledge on how to fix him." Connor paused as he stared down at Markus with dark brown eyes, he would return Markus to his former glory. "However, I do know someone who is highly skilled in bringing androids back from the brink of death."