"I hate you." It was said directly in Hank's face, complete with angry eyes and clenched teeth. Richard didn't mean it, yet he said it anyway. His hands held on tightly to the fabric of Hank's shirt, loosening as he took a breath. "I wish I could fucking hate you." Then it would be easier.
Hank knows it’s not true, even before the redaction, but it doesn’t make him any less unsure of Richard’s intentions. The other man’s shorter stature and calm demeanor present no boundaries– he’s stronger than he looks and far more willing to use that force than it seems. But only in these heated, passionate moments ( the ones that make the former lieutenant’s heart ache in hindsight ) does Richard really hold that potential. Never when he has it all together. His anger is a rare beast, but Hank honestly thinks he’d prefer to go head to head with himself at the end of the day.
But Richard restrains himself and gives that small adjustment. It doesn’t make Hank feel better about anything, but at least he’s not struck silent with nervous energy. Not silent– but still not sure how to respond.
“Yeah, well, you ain’t the first and you won’t be the last.” Self-deprecation has become his go-to response when all else fails. It doesn’t usually earn the pity for him that it does when young girls try it out, but it’s more honest to his world view than anything else those days. He wants to be happy with this man, but Richard makes it fucking hard.
“You know, I think we’d both be happier if you started telling me that you like me.” An attempt to alleviate any of this tension between them. Hank is too used to doing damage control from the past five decades on this Earth; he doesn’t even bat an eye at taking the kinder way out, anymore. It used to be damn hard– a past which has, in large part, led directly to this constant struggle between them. If he hadn’t been so bull-headed and self-centered in his younger days, then this could have worked well. But a decade of bitterness on top of everything else?
He doesn’t blame Richard for questioning why he tries so hard. The truth is, he doesn’t have a damn thing left. The pride that kept him from keeping his arms wide open has been stripped away by scraping metal, too many visits to an attorney’s office, and the empty house he’s been giving false credit of the word home to.
Greedy hands moved up Daniel's body, fingers running over warm skin. They tugged at his shirt, yanking it up over his head to allow him to see the dark, lustful gaze in Richard's eyes. One hand trailed upward, interweaving itself into Daniel's pretty blonde hair. Their lips met in a fierce clash, desire running rampant. Daniel's hair was harshly yanked when Richard pressed his lips to the other's ear. "Get on your knees and suck me off, bitch."
The heat between the two was already in the air when they both looked at each other’s eyes as Richard stood in front of Daniel’s door. So greedy, so impatient.
That’s how he knew him. In a battle of passion overwhelmed by a wave of lust, it were his nimble hands that could no longer endure the fabric on Daniel’s body, which was then literally ripped from his skin.There wasn’t much time given for Daniel doing the same favour towards his human lover who luckily undressed himself out of the rather complicated parts of his working suit before, coming this far to at least fully unbuttoning Richard. The caretaker could feel warm hands roaming over his torso and back, as blue eyes stared into the darker pair painted in desire and lustful appetite. Nudging their foreheads together to close the distance between each other, the PL600 met the fierce kiss of the other man, not thinking twice about returning it with the same effort, not stopping it for any second, much to his luck he didn’t need the air to breathe anyway to make pauses between them, as his synthetic breath hit Richard’s lips only. Daniel deepened the kiss, nearly fully swallowing Perkins’ mouth with the only desire to see his kiss-swollen lips afterwards.
The blonde could feel one hand of the other leaving his body, it trailed upwards to his skull as fingers harshly and greedy intertwined with his short golden curls - until out of the sudden everything stopped and Daniel saw himself yanked away from the kiss, leaving him with a surprised gasp as he was merely forced staring towards the ceiling now. It was a harsher yank but the android wasn’t able feeling the pain, though he sensed the tension of his headskin, nothing too uncomfortable though. He heard the commanding words as Richard’s mouth settled on Daniel’s ear so closely feeling his hot breat against his synthetic skin, and the android smiled. He knew that Richard was into this kind of Dirty Talk, but this was not in his favor, but said nothing to it. Not yet.
“It’s my mouth you desire, I make the rules.” responded the droid with a wider mischievous smirk on his rosy lips as an obvious tease, with the only goal to provoke the human. He wasn’t fond of humiliation, but he knew Richard long enough that he was aware it was simply something that turned him on one of the most. But nevertheless this didn’t reduce the idea to be a little merciless on him namecalling Daniel this way. So the droid will make it slowly…
Hands were now holding the other man by his side as Daniel turned with him and Richard now stood with his legs in front of the living room’s couch. He had an idea for that later. His head moved against Richard’s grip on his hair to allow him more freedom and fulfill his desire. His two arms were still having Richard in a tighter holf as Daniel leaned forward and put his lips against the darkhaired’s neck, kissing that part, sucking it, pausing, just to repeat it now and then. “You come over as usual to get me under your control.” The android muttered as he made himself smaller and began to spread the sucking kisses to Richard’s chest. He did not miss the opportunity of letting go with one hand, letting it slide lower and lower, and finally stopping at the other male’s crotch, only to let his fingers press against the fabric of the human’s pants, tracing them along the semi-hardened erection he could feel. The droid immediately used this change to unbotton the agent with this hand afterwards, as well to unzip him.
Richard’s hardness is by far not the wanted result in this situation, as his complete hand slipped inside his opened trousers, using his fingers to cause rather harsher thrusting movements against the throbbing dick, as Daniel sank further and further to his knees as his kissing turned into a possesive licking against Richard’s heated skin as the PL600 used his other free hand to free his lover completely from his pants, pulling them down his legs. “But sometimes I might want to ask myself…” The blondehaired continued still with the ever same smirk on his lips as he released his mouth from Richard’s abdomen, letting his tongue slide lower until it moved along against the heated flesh of the human’s erection, until Daniel reached the tip of it. “Who is going to make someone his bitch now?”
With no longer further ado Daniel used his hands to have a supporting hold against Perkins’ hips, as the android opened his mouth to fully take in the tip between his lips, using his skill of the tongue to twirl it over the most senstive parts of it, causing more friction. Then he moved further, closer, as blue eyes gazed upwards to stare at Richard’s face, wanting to see his change of expression, as once again a vicious emotion was seen on Daniel as the caretaker’s fingers gripped his lover’s hips tighter to suddenly buckle him forward, taking Richard’s dick fully deepthroat. It was the sake of not having a gagging reflex being a machine, so Daniel had no problem with going this level, as well as he didn’t really need to breathe for this.
And so the blonde moved, first slow, as his whole mouth consumed the hot throbbing flesh, sensing the pulse, until soon Daniel quickened himself. And even with a faster pace he made sure to keep Richard’s meat fully into his mouth and throat, sucking every inch he could find and taste to suck harder, the droid’s tongue mapping along the agent’s tip. It was a secret challenge perhaps, Daniel wanted to see if he was able that his lover was the one instead loosing his mind about all that and fully pleasing him. The domestic assistant can offer things, where most humans would struggle.
‘ just because i’m not weeping like a child doesn’t mean i don’t care. ’
Pussy Queen was gone. Richard had outright admitted to leaving the door open a second too long. Gavin had ran to his apartment as fast as he could, but there was no sign of her to be found.
To make matters worse, snow began to fall outside, sending vivid flashes through him of the way Pussy Queen had first become a part of his life.
Gavin stared at Perkins, a hiccup shaking his chest. The rest of him shook on it’s own power, dried tear tracks being rolled over by new tears. The hot streams down his face turned humiliating, and Gavin scrubbed at his face, trying to stop the onslaught that threatened to spill from his eyes.
“Get the fuck out of my house, Richard. Delete my number, stay the fuck away from me. Fuck you.” Gavin picked up the other’s wallet, throwing it at him. When he’d gotten confirmation of the leather pouch hitting Richard in the face, Gavin shoved him out of the door, slamming it. The echo spread through the hallway, the silence that came after deafening.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” His words were harsh, demanding as he reaches for her, snatching the officer by her arm, holding her in place.
“I don’t answer to you, asshole. You want these files or not?” Tina sneers, stepping into his space in challenge. The two had been at each other’s throats the entire day, the officer tasked with fetching and carrying for him under complete duress as he stalked throughout the precinct. The self-righteous man walked across the tiled floor like he owned the place, dress shoes clicking in a grating confidence. There was something about the man, even if he wasn’t speaking, that set Tina’s teeth on edge.
“Just shut your mouth or I’ll do it for you.” Perkins steps closer, face now inches apart as he bites back. With those words, the air between them changes, crackles with anger then thickens with an unspoken heat. They breathe heavy, boldly waiting for the other to back down, to submit, like pulling a wire taut and waiting for it to snap. Tina stares back at him defiantly, trying to keep a handle on the storm curling within her as his eyes darken with an emotion they both refuse to voice.
She breaks first, eyes flicking down to his lips, heat passing between them with a shaky breath, “Do it then.” She breathes, baring her teeth to goad him on. The tension tightens between them, pulls and pulls, has his jaw clenching and unclenching until he’s looking down too, eyeing her lips with a burning gaze. The wire snaps and they’re on each other in a rush, teeth clacking with the force as their lips meet. Her back meets the evidence room wall, a huff leaving her as she grabs a fistful of his jacket, tugging him closer and demanding more. He complies, tugging her shirt down only to bite at her neck roughly, saliva still clinging to his lips from their messy, lust driven kiss.
The air is thick with a raw desire, heat thrumming under her skin as he pushes and pulls her as much as she to him. And Tina’s mad at him. Mad that it’s him. Perkins of all people that is making her feel this way but she can’t help it, can’t help but react, to roll her head to the side and groan as he takes what he wants. She encourages his rough handling with a buck of her hips and the threading of fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands sharply to piss him off more. The reaction is worth it, a hiss of arousal, a sharper bite to her neck and a punishing grip on her arm as he growls at her, pulling her hand away.
“Tell me you want me.” Perkins pants against her skin, sliding his free hand down to squeeze her ass with rough fingers.
“I thought you told me you were gonna shut me up.” Tina quips back with a smirk, grinding her hips against his own and drawing a grunt from his lips. She feels him respond in kind, rough and demanding much like the man himself. The feeling of his erection rubbing against her had Tina releasing a moan, tipping her head back to the wall as he pulls her closer with the hand at her ass. He catches her lips again for a bruising kiss, rutting against one another while the officer fumbles with his belt in a rush. She felt high on the anger, the adrenaline, his commanding nature. The control which exudes off him in an overwhelming pressure heightens the flush on her face, clouding her mind with need.
His hands grip her own, tugging them impatiently as she pulls his belt loose. He pushes against her hand once, bites at her lower lip and suddenly she can’t think aside from the burning desire to feel him on her tongue, to swallow around his length as it stretches her lips and strains her jaw. It seems he has a similar idea as she’s tugged down to the floor and Tina drops the rest of the way without thought, lifting her head to stare at him. Curling a hand under her chin he lifts her head more, bringing her face closer to the obvious bulge in his pants. “Get to work, Chen. Put that mouth to good use.”
She glares at him on her knees, undoing his pants hurriedly despite herself. She tugs them down just enough to free him, lips parting in desire as she eyes him once more. Tina wastes no time in flattening her tongue, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before swirling her tongue around the head. She sucks at his tip, collecting the precum that leaks from his length before she’s sliding down, lips swallowing his shaft without warning as her nails dig into his thighs. She bobs her head, fingers curling around what she couldn’t take yet as she keeps eye contact with him, rough desire in her searing gaze.
Okay, maybe sassing someone from the FBI wasn’t the best idea in the world. But there was something about Perkins that really got under Corwin’s skin, made him extra defiant just to see that man’s jaw twitch and his eyes squint. And besides, Connor couldn’t stand Perkins, so if Connor didn’t like him, then Corwin didn’t like him. Twin Solidarity.
“Are you just gonna slither around like a snake and bother me or do you have an actual job to do?” he asked, sneering a little.
The Android Doberman sat in front of Perkin's desk. Cyberlife issued vest with a Velcro DPD tag slapped on the back. Apparently Fowler thought it'd be funny if this gargantuan ''Robo Dog'' was borrowed out to the FBI when between cases.
Rk080 patiently waited to be acknowledged. LED a calm blue as optics scanned the room.
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47. My muse comes to yours after being attacked.
It was a fact that he was the best CyberLife had (so far), that he had been built to last and fight, but even his mechanical body has its limitations. It had been a group of humans, whose faces had been already registered and saved to his memory bank. Everything had started when he felt someone hitting him hard on the back of his head with a heavy object. He could have acted against them but hurting those humans that in no way interfered with his mission went against his programming. He received blow after blow without doing anything to defend himself, but asking himself the question ‘why?’. He was well aware of the dislike that humans felt towards androids, he had experienced it almost every day, but never like this. But why him when he had done nothing? On the contrary, if he was out there hunting and killing his own kind was to save humanity.
Only when it was over did he got up from the ground. Damage to his system and biocomponents had been done, and his right arm was unable to function correctly as his LED continued flashing red. Considering his condition and his location, going to the house of Agent Perkins was safer than trying to get to CyberLife (even if he perhaps wouldn’t appreciate his so much needed visit at this hour of the night), he didn’t want to make himself prone to another attack and out of these two places, his was by far the closest to him. – He knocked on the door a couple of times at first, but when there was no answer, the action was repeated time after time until he saw the face of the man that probably disliked him more than Hank had done so at the beginning. He needed his help and his state made it more than obvious. “I’m in need of your urgent assistance.” Even in his voice, the damage done to him could be heard, the tone of his words sounded more robotic and less like his usual self.
