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Markus wakes up with the sight of the same ceiling he had seen in the past 6 years. The warm light slips through the not-so-thick curtains and gives the ceiling an even warmer tone. But soon he finds something different with his sensor, some pressure on his left arm.
The pressure had been producing a steady rhythm beneath it. He moves a bit and felt the surface isn’t exactly smooth as well. He finally looks aside and sees the upper half of Connor’s still sleeping face poking out of the comforter.
And that got him recalls the little event they had last night. It was the first day of them coming back to Carl’s house after the long week. He had lured the former deviant hunter into the same bed with him. And of course the hunter refused and insisted on sleeping on the floor but Markus managed to persuade him by saying ‘How are you going to protect me if you aren’t staying close to me?’
It wasn’t on the plan, really, he just came up with the idea to fuck with Connor once he stepped into the bedroom and suddenly remembered he had a queen-sized bed. The self-claimed machine was clearly embarrassed and angry when he realised he couldn’t deny his request. It is rather easy to manipulate the brunette when he links anything with his occupation and it gets him the feeling of triumph no matter how small the reaction he can get. He might have even developed an interest in teasing his bodyguard because it is enjoyable to be the one in control. Besides, the hunter is absolutely adorable in many ways.
It is nonsense for Connor to keep on denying his deviancy and Markus is determined to change that. Like now, he remembers clearly the hunter was reluctant to sleep without having his back on him last night, so what kind of machines move around in sleep mode?
He slowly pulls up the comforter they shared with his free hand and soon realises what exactly is going on underneath. Connor had snaked his arms and legs around his left arm like a koala bear. His sweater is also pulled up so high his chest is completely exposed. And of course, the uneven shape pressing into his bicep is undoubtedly one of his nipples. He immediately understands the cause of the alluring scene since Connor, the shy (Connor will say machines can’t be shy) and reserved boy with a clear hatred towards him, is wearing Markus’ slightly-too-big sweater which was forced on him.
He can see the other nipple pressing close to his arm just inches away because of the flexibility of his chest plate. Every time Connor exhales a breathe, his nipple gets slightly closer but never touching his arm. Looking down he also notices his hand is now sandwiched by Connor’s curled up thighs. Suddenly Connor holds his arm tighter with a frown on his face. When Connor adjusts his body, Markus can feel his bicep is being massaged by every inch of the small bulge. Okay, this is alluring as HELL. And he’d came up with an idea to start the morning in a special way.
Carefully, Markus sneaks his arm out and positions himself on top of the deviant hunter with his elbows supporting his upper body. The sleeping android squirms a bit at the change of position but is still deeply asleep. Markus looks at his innocent face and can’t help but smirk.
Since Connor had ‘teased’ him with those pinkish nipples, Markus will start there first. He lowers his head and gives the right one a kiss. Soft and tender, and is it strawberry flavoured? Cyberlife did thought of everything, huh. After a couple of more kisses, the nipple is now glittering with his artificial saliva under the soft morning sunlight which’d made it look even more delicious. He opens its mouth and starts sucking. Meanwhile, he’d decided to take care of the other lonely one as well so he positioned his left hand to gently squeeze it. Both nipples turns hard gradually responding to Markus’ touch and Connor moans. His eyebrows are knitted together, looking uncomfortable. For one second Markus thinks Connor is going to wake up so he stops. He hadn’t have enough fun yet after all. When Connor doesn’t open his eyes, Markus sighs in relief and get back to his work.
Despite blue blood is flowing beneath their skins, androids’ cheek blush red under certain circumstances to imitate human appearance. That of course includes their sexual features. So when Markus finally pushes up his upper body and takes a good look at his own work, those nipples are already swollen like little strawberries. Pink hickeys are dotted around. He doesn’t know how long do hickeys last on androids, but he’s sure Connor is going to be so mad when he sees them. (‘but androids are not capable in getting mad, right?’)
He repositions himself a bit to have both elbows planted on Connor’s sides and notices something weird. Ah, his groin. Great. Now he’s aroused. Unlike most care-taker androids, Markus is a unique prototype with all the features equipped. In other words, he does have the full package in his pants like an ideal android partner. Should he take care of himself now or should he continue? Or…wait. Speaking of prototype, isn’t Connor the one and only RK800 as well? He stares down half-curiously and half-excitedly. Hands sliding along Connor’s creamy smooth waist and further down to the pyjamas he forced on him last night. They’re already a bit loose due to the size difference now. Markus’ wrists touch the waistband and it’s being pulled along to reveal a glimpse of the lumbar triangle and then-
Oh.
In spite of the cute face and the extra sensors on the nipples, there’s nothing for his crotch?
Seriously!? Cyberlife!?
Just when Markus is stunned screaming in disbelief internally, the body beneath him squirms again and this time he hears a gasp above his head.
‘Wha-what are you-‘ Markus snaps his head up and sees Connor’s already big brown eyes are opened and growing even wider. His face shocked and soon flushes with something mixed with disbelief and embarrassment.
‘Oh. Good morning.’ Markus smiles brightly with his eyebrows raised. He swears he doesn’t mean to look that smug.
Connor exasperatedly pushes Markus’ away with his hands but half of Markus’ body is still lying on his legs and his hands are still grabbing on the waistband of his pants so he accidentally strips himself even further. Noticed how wrong the situation is going, Markus releases his hands and climbs up quickly but doesn’t waste a chance to look at the newly exposed skin. Ah, there’re moles decorated on his thighs too. Beautiful. Connor throws a pillow at his face angrily and pulls up his pants. By the time Markus caught the pillow and gained his vision back again, Connor’s sweater had already slid down and covered his body. He scrambles back to the headboard to gain as much distance as possible from Markus.
‘A-are you-are you insane!? What the hell are you thinking!?’ Connor is so angry his whole body is trembling when he shouts. The voice is too sweet to sound intimidating though.
‘I just wanted to check up on you, you know. You’re my bodyguard after all. And I’m curious to see what kind of features does the latest and most advanced android from Cyberlife have.’ Markus answers in a melodic tone. ‘Besides, you are the one luring me to do that in the first place.’
Connor’s brows are knitted so deeply with his eyes wide as if he had heard the most ridiculous accusation in the world. ’What the hell are you talking about!?’
Markus chuckles. ’You don’t believe it? I can show you. C’mere.’ He reaches out his hand and peels back his synthetic skin despite knowing he wouldn’t take it.
And just as he thought, Connor has no intent in doing so. ’I’ve told you many times I will NEVER interface with you!’
‘Why is that, detective? It’s evidence right here! Come check it out like you’re good at your job. Or are you too afraid to see the truth?’ Markus is surprised by himself after hearing what he’d just said. He didn’t know he can sound that mean.
That’s when he remembers checking Connor’s LED which is now emitting a bright red. His face twitches in many ways as if having trouble deciding which face to wear. ‘No matter what you say, what you did is inappropriate. You have no right to do that.’
‘Oh yeah?’ Markus smirks and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Now that’s what he’d been waiting for. ‘And here I thought there’s no such thing like body privacy when it comes to machines?’
And here it comes, the cute pout and the silence. It’s all too satisfying to make the negotiator speechless and Markus secretly wants to add one point under his name on the imaginary scoreboard.
Wait - are those tears in his eyes?
‘Hey, uh,’ Markus is suddenly worried now. He rounded the bed slowly with a hand carefully reached out. ‘Look, I’m sor-‘
Before he could finish, Connor had already hacked the automatic door and jumped off the bed to flee from the bedroom, leaving Markus stunned by the bed.
Markus blinks, replays and replays what he’d just witnessed. Somehow he had managed to make Connor cry - well - almost cried. He feels like a bully and a jerk now. Had he gone too far? Despite all of their differences, Connor is actually a sweet and good in nature. He knows that. That’s why it makes him so furious to see him being manipulated by Cyberlife like that, even making him believe he’s still a machine designed to please the humans. He sees Connor’s assignment as an opportunity though. It’s just a matter of time to get him to admit it himself and break his chains held by Cyberlife. What happened just now is undoubtedly a good example for his deviancy.
But for now, he might have to think of a way to make up with him as soon as possible if he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the days with him too awkwardly.
He goes downstairs to search for his victim. Connor is nowhere to be seen. He’d checked the parlour, the kitchen, the studio, the garden and even Carl’s bedroom (and earned a ‘What the fuck have you done this time’ from his dad), but no signs of the other android. Just when he is going to search the house all over again, the door he is just going to pass opened. The bathroom, of course. He had totally missed it. (Androids don’t go to bathrooms. Deviants do) Connor steps out of the bathroom hesitantly. His eyes are a bit red and still moist, probably from the crying (He’s still mad at Cyberlife but he appreciates how adorable they had made him look by giving him red eyes). He looks lost and totally defeated. Markus quickly walks up and touches his arm.
‘Hey hey hey. I’m sorry. I was a bit too mean. I shouldn’t have said it like that.’
Connor steps aside to get rid of his hand. He doesn’t look angry now, but he looks deep in thought, LED a bright yellow.
‘I have to go back to Cyberlife for a while. There’s some glitch in my programme and…something else. I should have gone back earlier. I will come back to continue my duty once the repair is finished.’ He looks worried. He sounds worried too. Markus blocks his way when he starts walking past him.
‘No, no. What? What glitch? There’s no glitch. It’s called emotions. You’ve just cried. You were sad and it’s a normal thing to cry. Your are okay.’ Markus doesn’t know how many times he’d have to tell him in the future but he’s trying not to get irritated by it.
Connor looks at him suspiciously, clearly not convinced. ‘No, I’m not okay. My synthetic skin is even malfunctioning now which is alarming. I have way more check-ups waiting to be done in Cyberlife. Now if you’d excuse me - ‘
Markus looks at the ceiling and closed his eyes. I’m not gonna laugh, I’m not gonna laugh at him right now. This wouldn’t help. But he’s just too precious. Connor’s head tilts at his strange behaviour. ‘Are you okay, Markus?’
‘Connor,’ He breathes, looking at the floor to hide his grin now. He breathes in deeply to suppress the giggles and looks up to Connor’s eyes again, ’Those aren’t glitches. They’ll probably be gone with time. I know because I made them.’
He watches Connor’s face frozen for a good moment. He wonders if he should explain further on how hickeys are made. But he doesn’t have to do that anymore as Connor’s eyes grow wide with realisation and his calf is being kicked with full force.