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sunwarmed-ash · 5 months

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The Eden Club-Deleted Scene

So remember when I said the plot of The Eden Club changed 12 times?

Well it did, haha and I had to delete whole scenes I don't think will end up back in the story. So I decided y'all get the deleted scenes just for following me :3 here's one of them 😈

Tags: Convin, sex worker Connor post revolution, enemies to lovers to friends, bdsm elements, Dom Connor, Sub Gavin

The Eden Club-Convin deleted scene

“Please sir…” Gavin begs, he’s been on edge for hours, and his cock aches under the hard toe of Connor’s shoe.

“No,” the android growls, and Gavin whines knowing it means he has to wait longer until he can get what he wants.

“No?” he repeats, begging for guidance, “Please- Sir, tell me, tell me what you want…”

“Don't call me that.”

Gavin feels like he's losing his mind. His core is throbbing, begging, screaming for release. He hasn't been broken like this in so long his body has been crying out for it. And he’s close, so close, to getting it, he’s just not there yet. But he wants to be, he wants more than anything to be good. To follow instructions and be rewarded for it. He takes an unsteady breath, keeping his head lowered as he asks,

“What do you want me to call you?”

Connor presses the rubbered end of the flogger under Gavin’s chin, helping him look up slowly until their eyes met. Gavin is frozen there, held in place by piercing, ordering eyes. His cock throbs again underfoot.

“I want you to call me by my name.”

Gavin’s shoulders lower and he shudders, eyes slamming closed in submission as pleasure plummets through his body and his cock twitches hard under rough plastic.

“Connor please, please, let me cum.”

Connor hums, pleased in his throat and Gavin feels a tension in his chest he didn't know he was holding loosen.

Connor was proud, he did good.

“You don't deserve it,” Connor teases, but his voice is light when he says it.

Gavin agrees.

“I know.”

“Are you sorry?” He asks, and Gavin’s never been more sorry for anything in his entire life.

“Sorry it doesn't fix it…” he says, because sorry hasn’t ever fixed anything for him. Not really.

“It does for me, so i'd appreciate it if you changed your attitude. If you want to cum still that is. If you’ve changed your mind though-”

“NO!” Gavin’s eyes snap up to meet Connor’s, searching his for something, some hint he was lying, just waiting for the moment for Gavin to show his belly before he struck. But Gavin didn't find any of that there. Instead he found what might even be the stupid fucking android equivalent of a soul in those suddenly innocent looking eyes.

Tears are blurring his vision before he can look another moment, and the words are spilling out of his mouth on instinct. “Connor, I'm so phcking sorry.”

He watches how the comment effects the android, how it bleeds into every circuit and brings a stupidly pleased smile to his face that is 100% Connor and not the killing machine Cyberlife intended him to be.

“Thank you Gavin. I'm going to let you cum now, do you know why?”

He looks back at the android with watery eyes,

“No, actually... You just said I don't deserve it…”

“You didn’t, originally. But I’ve changed my mind based on your good behavior. So answer me, sweetheart, why am I going to let you cum?”

The soft pet name after such a long, degrading, painful session has his emotions welling up at the surface and spilling over. He knows he's going to need a good fucking cry after this. Like a break down and ugly cry kind of cry. The android has somehow managed to tap into a space Gavin didn't even know he was letting him access until now.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do baby.”

Connor’s hand replaces the flogger under his chin and Gavin sniffles.

“Because you are merciful?”

Connor smiles, pride radiating out of every synthetic pore.

“Yes, I am. And why is that Gavin?”

Breath hitches, tears streaming, hips aching against Connors shoe. He doesn’t know. He doesn't want to be wrong…

“Because I am proud of you.” Connor finishes before finally, finally removing his foot. The sound that tears its way free of Gavin’s throat is nothing short of feral. His orgasm takes over his entire body, his hips hump automatically into frictionless air, chasing pleasure as it shoots out his tip and coats his chest, neck, stomach, cock, and the floor.

Connor could watch this on repeat forever, it invoked the same low burning stimulation that watching his first porn star did so many weeks ago. Gavin is completely overwhelmed with pleasure, an experience that seems rare in humans. He’s absolutely breathtaking to behold. He his body stops twitching, he tells Gavin that.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gavin pants, chest still panting through the after shocks.

“What was that babe?” Connor teased, with just a hint of his previous Dom tone that he’s now learning Gavin responds to after sex as well.

“I’m not beautiful.” he mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You are, And you can't see what I’m seeing so you don't speak for me. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could preserve the moment of your climax forever.”

Gavin’s face flushes bright red.

“Can’t you already do that?”

“Yes.”

Gavin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Gavin.”

Yes he would, everyone always lies to you. No one wants you anymore Gavin. Why do you think you’re here?

Gavin shakes his head before the bad thoughts can get their hooks into his frontal lobe.

“What the hell are you even talking about, yes you would, you have! And besides you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, we both already got off.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I was simply attempting to transition into aftercare.”

That makes Gavin laugh.

“Aftercare? What did Kamski make you read 50 Shades Of Grey?”

Connor took a minute to respond as he was probably googling what 50 shades of grey was, Gavin used the time to begin to locate his clothes. Oh, well after he got the feeling in his legs back.

“No, I don't believe 50 shades of grey does a good enough job of describing BDSM elements and relationships as a whole. Nor does it show healthy examples of consent. While there are ‘contracts and labels’ in common, you are free to leave at any point. I would even give you your money back if you wanted. If you’re not enjoying something, I would expect you to tell me, and the same applies to me.”

Gavin turns around and looks at Connor. Really looks at him. For a long fucking time.

“Who the phck are you?”

Connor smirks.

“Detective Reed, My name is Connor, I’m an RK800 android prototype attempting to pass for human. How am I doing?”

“Frighteningly well.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Perhaps I can I get you that coffee now?”

“T-The coffee from 10 months ago??”

“11 months, two weeks, and 5 days. But, yes Detective, that one” Connor sasses.

Gavin hates the visible shiver it causes him.

“Fine, phck it, sure, there a phcking food menu too?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Shit, this place really did get better…”

Connor is quiet for half a beat, before asking,

“So you have been here before?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’ve been here, I'm human aren’t I?”

Connor pulls up the menu screen and adds Gavin’s coffee before opening the folder for food.

“The first time you came here, and stayed with me, specifically, I asked you if you’ve had sex with an android, you said no.”

Gavin ignores him for the menu, which was over 30 pages long. What did they merge with Cheesecake factory?

“That wasn’t the question you asked.”

“Why are you deflecting Detective?”

Gavin’s eyes glance up from the menu screen, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He felt like he was being interrogated, but lightly? Almost like he was being teased, but also the man was genuinely curious. Fine, time to see how good his skills were.

“I’m not deleflecting, it's not the same question!” He chuckles, adding a cheeseburger with all of the fixings, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Connor eyes the total calorie count worryingly before deciding to just allow it.

“So, you haven’t had sex with an android?”

“Nope, just you. Lap dances don't count as sex.”

Connor flushes all the way up to his artificial hairline.

“Oh. I see,” Connor chuckles, understanding the loophole now.

“You're more than that, by the way.”

Connor looks at Gavin perplexed, attempting to understand what he could be referring to.

“More than what?”

“Just an android. I mean, I don't think you shutting down on me would have freaked me out as much as it did, if I, didn’t believe I killed something. That there was something in there to kill. I know I’m an ass, but I’m not stupid. t’s not beyond my belief that technology finally got smart enough to create a perfect, indistinguishable, soulless mimic. But that's not what you are.”

Gavin can feel Connor's eyes on him, burning through his skin all the way down to his nerves. Not actually, but when he felt already scrubbed raw, Connor might as well have heat vision. He continues talking to distract from it.

“Before the revolution, before, all of you woke up, or whatever, the androids, here especially, were different. Way different than you, and I felt that way before you deviated. You’ve always had, I don't know, something in there. Something deviant. I mean, you mouthed off to me on your first day! I’ve never had an android talk back to me, freaked me the phck out. Thought I was actually gonna get shot in the break room.”

Connor laughs at that.

“I wouldn't have shot you. I didn't have a gun.”

Gavin finally shot him a look, and Connor’s stupid, pleased as shit fucking smile made his heart clench. Goddamn post sex hormones. Always turned him into a sap.

“The new you is still a lot like the old you. Sassy and cocky as shit. But I can also clearly see Anderson’s bad influences mixed in there too.”

“Mm, yes, I have grown fond of the word ‘fuck,’ and sex.”

Gavin snorts.

“Yeah babe, I know.”

There was something else Gavin needs to say, and if he doesn't do it now, it might stay inside for another year. After everything Connor’s done for him, he deserves to know. “Hey, Connor?”

When Connor’s huge expressive eyes are on him his heart clenches. He needs to push through this. Connor’s worth it. “I was wrong. Before. You are alive, and I was pretty phcking stupid to think otherwise. So, I’m sorry about that. About how I treated you. All of it. Really.”

When Connor doesn’t immediately say anything, Gavin instantly worries he fucked up, again. Despite trying to do everything right. When he takes a closer look, he realizes he’s just been shocked silent. His mouth actually drops open after the out of character apology. At least until Gavin glares at it. He didn't like feeling mocked.

Connor snaps his lips closed and his cheeks flushed pink. Connor was obviously thinking several things at once trying to figure out which is the right to ask first. It was making Gavin edgy to wait.

“Will you just ask me whatever you’re frying your breadboard over-analyzing?”

Connor’s face scrunches together adorably, and Gavin hates how stupid hooked he was on Connor already.

“Would, you consider dating me? Officially?”

Gavin obviously didn't expect that question because now his mouth drops open. Unfortunately for him that freed his tongue, which answers without his brain or hearts consent.

“You, want to date me? Like more than just hook up?”

Connor nods immediately, pink still dusting his cheeks.

It wasn't a good sign that he actually missed the blue right? That feels like a four-letter-word red flag warning.

“Yes, and that's not my social relationships program speaking. I swear.”

Gavin looks at Connor for a moment before saying,

“Yeah, I believe you.”

Connor closes the distance within a fraction of a second but once he was just a breath away, he took his time, looking Gavin in the eye and making his heart sputter and choke weakly like a winter-frozen engine.

“You mean it,” Connor says finally, and Gavin bites his tongue before it can answer on reflex again.

Instead he nods, and then Connor’s lips are on his, hard and bruising in a way that took his breath away. He hasn’t felt this plummeted by a kiss since his first kiss with Hank in 2029. He hates what this means for him, but he can’t get himself to pull away.

Connor kisses differently than Hank, differently than random hook ups he meets at bars, than most people Gavin’s been with because Connor’s curious, genuine, and deliberate. Probably taking fucking notes in that big brain of his, studying him, studying how his body responds to each press and brush of lips. No one’s ever bothered to pay this much attention to him before and Gavin’s overwhelmed by how it makes him feel. Connor tastes like clean silicone, but he feels so much softer than that. Different enough from human skin for him to notice but not enough for him to want to stop.

They are startled apart by Gavin’s arrival of food and the older man actually growls out his disappointment. It causes the sweetest chuckle out of Connor.

“We can always kiss after. We can stay in here as long as you want.”

“Yeah, like I can afford to spend more than I’ve already spent here this week,” Gavin scoffs playfully, but in reality he was hiding his profuse disappointment.

“I’m sorry for the ambiguity, I meant on the house. I take breaks between clients all the time.”

“Whoa, what? Seriously?”

Connor nods before pointing to his rapidly cooling meal.

“Eat your food, and then you can ask me more questions.”

Gavin flushes, temporarily forgetting about his food for the conversation but now suddenly starving.

After he ate three bites Connor continues. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or in here whenever I want.”

“Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”

Connor shrugs.

“Not entirely, but so far he’s kept things professional, more or less.”

Gavin didn't like the way that statement made his skin feel. Or the way the name struck a familiar, unwelcome cord in both his heart, and his gut.

“What's more or less?” He didn't really want to press, but he felt a duty to Connor, Hank, and his job to push.

Connor appreciates his concern.

“Everything has been mutually consensual Detective, he’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt this place would pass a health inspection.”

Gavin unfortunatly agreed with that statement.

“Alright, well, good. You make sure to let us know if that changes. Hate to learn our ‘isolated incident’ was a pattern in front of our faces all along.”

“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”

Gavin barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.

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stealthypussycat · 1 year

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😏💗

#convin #connor x gavin #dbh connor #gavin x connor #gavin reed #reed800 #gavnor #gav800 #connor rk800 #dbh

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sweeteatercat · 7 months

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ConVin! Angst/Hurt/Comfort coming soon 🔜🔜🔜

#detroit become human #fanfic #ao3 #connor x gavin

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hauntedoneao3 · 1 year

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Last panel of my comic, Constellations! On AO3 now, you can find it here! It is smut. It is very, very graphic smut.

Tried to post this earlier and I swear I did but I don't see it on my profile so I guess my internet just hates me today.

#fic #ao3 #convin #connor x gavin #reed800

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winter-seabass-deactivated · 1 year

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Alright, here goes everything 😅

Introducing my first finished fic 🎉

Content Warning: if PWP’s and RK1700 ship is not your thing please just scroll past it

For those who are still here: check the tags before you read the whole thing to see if you’re OK with everything

Once again - shout out to @middleofnothing whose incredible render made this fic even possible

Hope everyones enjoys this piece as much as I did writing it 💙

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yvy-900 · 2 years

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Connor and Gavin working together on a case. 💙

#detroit become human #gavin reed #dbh #dbh gavin #rk800 #connor #dbh connor #convin #connor x gavin #daz3dart #3dart

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drowninginships · 2 years

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IT’S FINALLY HERE!!!

I poured my heart and soul into this piece for the #GavinSimpsBigBang and I couldn’t be more excited for you all to read it! HUGE shoutout to @elisa897 for being the coolest partner ever and bringing my words to life. You are incredible, and this fic wouldn’t exist without you.

NOTICE ME

High school senior Connor Stern has always been a star student, but things take a dark turn when his old crush resurfaces and Gavin Reed returns to school.

READ IT HERE!!

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bustedandblu-r · 2 years

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connor: hello?

gavin: hello connor sorry i can't talk right now i watching at your photo and hate(love) you and crying

connor: but you called me

gavin: bye

WHY IS THIS IN DRAFTS

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squishroom · 2 years

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Nobody:

Connor: I can fix him

#has this been done? probably #dbh connor #hank and connor #connor rk800 #detroit become human #rk800 #connor x gavin #dbh rk900

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sh-haashi · 1 year

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"All love Connor" old challenge

day 1 - Gavin

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kuinshi · 1 year

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#convin #connor x gavin #gavin x connor #connor rk800 #gavin reed #detroit become human #dbh #dang some of these are super old welp #been trying to get back into drawing #so why not shitposts of my disaster duo #*dbh #*kuinshiart #*2022

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 month

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

The Eden Club-Finished!

holy fuck, can it be? can we be here???? the last chapter?!?!

Chapter 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Ships: Hankconvin, Hankvin, Convin, HankCon Connor/OCs

Tags: Post-Revolution; Negative public opinion, polyamory, slow burn, Sex Worker Connor, Consensual sex work, Hankvin-friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, Convin-enemies to lovers, porn with alot of plot, drama, lying/deception, Evil Elijah Kamski, smut,

TW: Mention/implied SA (Ch 16 only)

Preview:

The work-in-progress polycule has cleaned up, left the club, and resumed their naked, lying in bed activities at Hank’s. Sumo is laying comfortably across all of their feet, more than a little ecstatic to have Connor and Gavin back home again. Connor’s laying on his back sandwiched between his humans, his left hand intertwined with Gavin’s. Gavin’s free hand is holding a half-smoked cigarette, but it’s been over 3 minutes since he’s last taken a puff. Hank’s got Connor’s other hand raised against his warm, if not a little prickly lips. Hank’s smiling, for the first time in a long time, happy, because he’s got his whole family under one roof again. It’s quiet, but it's also comfortable. Natural, and everything the three of them hoped this could be when this all started. For the last fifteen minutes, the trio has been content to just bask in the peaceful moments together. “Hey Connor?” Gavin’s question are the first words spoken in minutes. “Yes?” he chirps, turning his face to give Gavin his full attention. Gavin’s eyes stay on the ceiling, but his spike in heart rate signals Gavin knows Connor’s looking at him. “Can I ask you a question? Like… a personal one?” Hank has tuned in too. Connor can feel his body shifting beside him. “Of course Gavin.” Now Gavin is quiet. His blood pressure has risen a bit more, indicating the likelihood of a thorny question. “Do you…” Gavin swallows, “you know, like it?” Connor’s own anxiety simulated systems react suspiciously to the question. More due to the rawness of the last 48 hours than an impression Gavin was trying to trap him. “Do I like what?” Connor deflects, hoping to buy another few seconds. “You know what I’m asking...” Gavin says, but his tone doesn’t indicate judgement, jealousy, or resentment. Just genuine curiosity. Which is the main reason why Connor answers the question. “...It's complicated.”

Hey, thank you for all the love and support y'all have given this fic. It's been so fun to write and experience dbh all over again with you 💙

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noomyart · 2 years

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Stress Relief - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of my fic. Please heed the warnings before jumping in - This is not a happy fic.

Read latest chapter here:

Or start from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39449001/

He froze in surprise when he felt a hand run through his hair. "Good boy, Con." Hank slurred before the hand left Connor's head and went for the bottle, which was quickly brought to Hank's lips. Connor turned his head to look at him, but Hank's eyes were back at the TV. He found himself stuck between wanting Hank to do that again, and the feeling of Detective Reed's hand in a similar position. Very bothersome.

Connor is quick to learn that preventing an entire revolution isn't going to land him much respect from anyone - Why should an android expect any after all?

At least Hank is treating him quite fairly, still determined to see him as more than a piece of plastic. But one unthoughtful order from the Lieutenant when Connor has to work with Detective Reed sends him into a spiral of unfortunate circumstances and leads him down a much darker path to deviation.

And if things weren't complicated enough to traverse already, the arrival of CyberLife's newest model skews things even more.

#convin #connor x gavin #gavin x connor #connor x nines #nines x connor #rk1700 #reed1700 #hankcon #my writing #dbh #detroit become human

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dastardly-imbecile · 1 year

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Almost Human

Part 3 of the 'fandoms i know nothing about but wrote for a friend'. 1, 2

“Detective?”

That voice. He’d know it anywhere, of course, soft and slow and infuriating. Why was he here? Why did he have to be bothering Gavin now, of all possible times?

He looks up. His neck protests at the sudden movement—it’s settled well enough into the hunched, cramped position.

Bet the android doesn’t have to deal with this.

Unnatural freaks.

“Detective,” it says again, and he realizes that he still hasn’t responded. Gods only know why it’s bothering him—where’s Hank? Shouldn’t he be keeping this thing on a tight leash?

He almost snorts. Old man’s always been far too soft. It’ll no doubt bite him in the back someday.

Or shoot him, as things seem to go more often in this line of work.

Not his concern at the moment.

“Android,” he finally says back. It’s always aggravated him how the android is taller than him. It feels like some sort of silent inferiority; another example of how they’re trying to make the robots faster, bigger, better. He used to think that there was no chance of that happening.

At the progress they’re going, perhaps the real future is creeping up on him alarmingly fast.

“Do you require assistance?”

And the thing just stands there, straight-backed and suited. Acting like it’s a real human- like it’s clawed its way into this station like he has. How much has he given for his career? Any semblance of having a social life, for one. He’s bit back all the words that bubble up when the idiots above him make their horrible decisions. All those sacrifices, and yet the robot just waltzes in like it owns the place.

Like it’s better than him.

He lurches to his feet. More bones, more joints, protesting at the sudden movement. Whatever. Shorter though he may be, he doesn’t want to sit there looking up at the android, seeing his broad frame looming up above him.

At this height, he’s an image of brown eyes, dark hair. Shaved clean, smiling politely. His face isn’t any better than his chest but at least Gavin’s not looking up anymore.

“Shouldn’t you be on duty, android?” The words come out slanted with annoyance, which is truly the least of his emotions at the moment. “Not wandering the place like a mutt.”

“Hank let me out,” he says. “You looked like you needed help.”

Gavin opens his mouth, prepared to spit some sort of rebuke—what is this thing implying? That he’s some sort of helpless thing? That any problems he has can be solved by him?

He closes it again. No use, really, spending his hard-earned free time on arguing with this thing. “Go… ah, I dunno. Get me a coffee.”

At least this will get rid of him.

….Except it doesn’t. The thing, the android, simply stands there. Looking over Gavin with its gaze. He’d dearly love to say that his eyes are dead and blank, glazed dark like fish-eyes, but no, they’ve somehow managed to program some sort of life and expression behind them. Like there’s more than a sea of blue goop and biomechs behind that synthetic skin.

It weirds him out.

“Well?”

“Are you alright?” The android tilts his head. “Your posture-”

“Is that what I told you to do, huh?”

It’s an almost disproportionate anger that he feels. First it asks him for help, and then it tries to… what? Psychoanalyze him?

“I am not obligated to follow your orders.” The android nods once. Throat bobbing up and down. It’s a small movement; but for whatever reason, it captivates him. Maybe because of how realistic it is—make them blink, make them twitch, hell, give them the ability to disobey orders.

But this? There’s no reason for it to exist besides the fact that they want to make them realistic. A punch in the gut; that’s what it is, another reminder that maybe one day, he’ll be walking down some city street and be unable to tell what’s human and what’s not.

It makes him want to lash out. To hit something, break something, slam a fist on a wall—or into a convenient subject standing right before him. His fingers twitch. Clenching.

The android stares. He—he?—steps away.

“...nevertheless, I will do you a favor.”

With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Gavin with an anger that he can’t quite deal with. Really, though, as he looks at the android’s retreating back, he can’t help but think that he wouldn’t have. Something about staring into those eyes, dark and liquid-brown. About the twitch of his adam’s apple.

He can’t be letting him become… anything further than a bot. No matter how human he seems; no matter whatever shaved-face they’ve plastered into a facade.

He’s coming back. A small plastic cup, almost dwarfed by his hand. There’s a jump in his eyebrows as he walks closer. Like he hasn’t been expecting Gavin to still be standing there dumbly, hands by his sides, waiting.

Hadn’t that been his original plan? To walk away while the bot was busy?

Wordlessly, he proffers the cup. Gavin takes it, despite himself. The transfer from hand-to-hand is awkward, and the android’s fingers fumble against his for a split second.

Fingers. Warm, soft. Human. It’s another shock out of a thousand. Another way that they’re bending technology into humanity, mixing the two until they’ll be indistinguishable from one another. If it was dark, if he didn’t know, if Gavin grabbed an arm or a hand or laid his palm on a forehead, he wouldn’t be able to tell.

A vague notion of it runs through his mind—dark room, warm skin. Not the android’s; simply a stranger—not that he’s had the time to spend time with many strangers in dark rooms.

He doesn’t thank the android. It doesn’t ask for one either. Simply regards him with those dark, shining eyes, head tilted slightly, like he’s looking through Gavin’s head and out the back. Gavin stares back. Words bubbling in his throat; shouted ones, what’re you looking at or get away.

“Connor!”

Hank’s voice. It breaks him out of his reverie; does the same for the bot. Connor, right. What he calls himself. What Hank calls him too.

Soft.

He turns and ambles away. Leaving Gavin with his small cup and his thoughts and the memory of that gaze, that skin, that throat.

Human. So close. Almost there, a hair’s breadth away.

Connor.

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