Author's Note: I recently just finished Detroit and it is an AMAZING GAME! I did not think I would enjoy this pairing, but it has quickly become one of my recent obsession so, I had to write about it. I am going to start up the Gisha Has No Idea again, it is a loved story that I have half a chapter written. I hope you all enjoy, and please comment and let us know what you think!
This story starts after their first murder together, and after the hamburger scene. As a point of reference! This story will side track the game, but bring in some elements!
Loaded Guns
"Lieutenant, I think I may have found something." Connor's voice broke through Hank's mid-afternoon snooze. The grey-haired man slowly lifted his head off the desk and glared at the android in front of him.
"You have some dried liquid stuck in your bea-" Connor began to say, but was quickly interrupted by the Lieutenant.
"Connor!" Hank yelled, but shortly after wiped the dried drool out of his beard, "What was your point, tin can?" He was almost expecting him to react in some way, but the android's face never changed. Hank was almost disappointed, almost. The wink Connor had given him, only a couple hours prior was still in his mind. For some reason, he couldn't get that damn wink out of his mind.
"I believe that these murders have something in common." Once again, Connor's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. This peaked Hank's interest, so he pushed himself out of his chair and made his way over to Connor's desk. Connor's desk went from completely empty, to completely filled with papers and maps pinned up. Hank glanced over to the city map hanging on the board, there were three red pins scattered along it, with yellow string all connecting the dots to one yellow pin.
Connor swiveled on his chair to look at the map, "If you look at the location of the murders that I have pinned on the map, they are all within a half of a mile of this particular club."
Hank just raised an eyebrow, "What is so important about this club? They could all be within a half of a mile of a bunch of clubs."
"Good observation, I am impressed." Connor stated before turning back to the computer to pull up some files, but for a moment, Hank questioned whether or not Connor was being sarcastic, yet the level tone told him otherwise. "If you look here, I was looking through all of the recent purchases by the victim's androids which show that each of the victims was at this club the night they were murdered."
"So, you think that the victims met their killer at the bar?" Hank questioned leaning in closer to look at the reports on Connor's screen. Even though Connor was scrolling through the files at an inhuman speed, Hank could read enough to see that each victim was buying drinks in the club for most of the night that they were killed. He was going to ask Connor if he could pull up the victim's credit cards, but most people nowadays only pay with their android; humans were getting too dependent on theses tin cans, if you asked Hank. Humans just couldn't function without them, and it leads to more and more cases of deviance ending on horrible terms.
"That is the most probable explanation. The only question that remains is where are their androids?" Conner said in a quizzical voice. "Each of the victims had an android when they came into the club, who even bought their drinks for them, but there was no evidence of any android being around the bodies.
"So, do you think the killer is really after the androids?" Hank huffed as he stood straight up and walked back over to his own desk. He fell into his chair with a loud thump but didn't bother to look at any of the files that Connor had shared with him. He just slumped back looking at the robot's emotionless face. It still shocked him a little that the android could talk about the most violent crimes with no evidence of emotion on his face, but that was the point, he guessed. "Why would the killer do that?"
Connor cocked his head to the side and stared at the Lieutenant, "There is a very low probability that the killer is only after the androids, but they seem to play a part. The killer could still have the androids in his possession, or he could have let them go."
Hank's head shot up, "What if the killer is a deviant himself." This got Connor's attention as his eyes seemed to light up with the idea, "Ya know, like in a Moses kind of way? Freeing 'his people' or some dumb shit."
The light or curiosity that Hank thought he saw was gone and it was back to his normal dull brown eyes. "That is a good theory, Lieutenant. We will have to catch it alive to know for sure." He needed a drink, it was five o'clock somewhere.
"This was a stupid idea, Connor." Hank said as he shoved the last of the hamburger into his mouth. Crumbs and debris from the food were falling all down his shirt and onto the car floor.
"I was not the one who finalized the plan." Connor said in a matter of fact voice, "I merely mentioned it to Captain Fowler that the case may be better examined undercover. He was the one that made it official."
"And what did that piece of shit say?" Hank questioned with a smirk on his face as if he knew exactly what the Captain said.
"I entered his office November 6th, at PM 6:37:15. I mentioned the case had a higher chance of success if we went undercover and his response was." Connor's voice shifted to a deeper tone; it took Hank a moment to realize it was Jeffrey's voice, "I don't give a damn what you do, just get it done. Close the door on the way out."
Hank just stared at Connor dumbfounded; for how smart these androids were supposed to be, it seemed as if Cyberlife missed the mark on comments that are meant to be taken literally and comments that are not. With a deep sigh, he crumpled up the tin foil and threw it into the back seat.
"That is highly unsanitary, Lieutenant." Connor's eyebrows pulled together, showing some emotion, "I refrained from telling you how many calories you took in, since I told you earlier, but that," He pointed to the trash in the backseat, "will be cleaned."
This comment made Hank snort, he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards Connor, "Yeah, and who is going to make me?"
At first Connor did not move away, nor did he say anything, but Hank did notice that his LED was flashing yellow. "Lieutenant," Connor all but purred leaning closer to Hank. Hank's eyes widened but he refused to be the one that backed down. "We have a mission to complete, please stay focused."
With that said, Connor unclicked his seatbelt and stepped out of the car leaving a very confused and somewhat flustered Lieutenant in the driver's seat alone. The flustered feeling was soon replaced with anger; there was no way that a man, let alone an android was going to get him all worked up. He was just surprised at the proximity, there was no way that he had let Connor make him blush and freeze up like a schoolgirl.
The whole scenario made Hank aggravated, he shoved himself out of the car only to see Connor standing in front of him staring at the club in front of them. They were meant to 'blend in' so it was the first time seeing Connor in anything besides a suit and tie. His legs were tightly hugged in black jeans that showcased his lean yet muscular legs. His torso was covered in a red t-shirt that fit snug. It was not so tight that it was like a second skin, but it was not lose enough to be baggy; it fit his torso just right so that it had a slight give when he moved. He looked stunning, beauty frozen in time.
Hank froze and his face quickly twisted up in resentment and disgust. He couldn't believe that he was just admiring that robot. Of course, it was built well. It was a prototype for Cyberlife, they were making the 'perfect human'. He wasn't checking Connor out, he was simply eyeing up his so called 'partner'; so he knows what he is going to have to deal with in the future. Hank himself was wearing old faded blue jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt.
With a huff, Hank shoved by Connor calling to him over his shoulder. "Well if we are going into this dumb club, we may as well go already."
Connor stood still for a moment, his LED flashing yellow as his face seemed to fall for just a moment before it turned back to blue and he was running to catch up with Hank. "Lieutenant, there is something that I need to tell you," but Hank wasn't waiting as he shoved his way through the front doors without waiting for Connor.
The club seemed like every other club he had ever been to in his life, whether it was for a crime scene or for pleasure. The music was filled with a heavy bass as the people on the dance floor were basically having sex with no shame. There was a bar all the way to the right of the club and strobe lights were flashing giving way to the only lights in the club. Yet, glancing around Hank started to realize this was not a typical club. "Hell no!" Hank yelled as he looked around the club and he realized that there was not one girl here. Everyone, or almost everyone, on the dance floor was male.
Hank was about to leave when Connor grabbed his arm and refused to let him go. "You said nothing about this. You never said it was a gay club, you plastic prick." Connor stared at the man, with a serious look on his face.
"It didn't pertain to the mission." Connor stated as he released Hank's arm, "We are required to do surveillance and I do not care if you are happy about it."
Hank was filled to the brim with anger; who was this android telling him what he can and cannot do. Connor was the machine, Connor was supposed to listen to him. Hank was about to respond, but glancing around he decided it was probably for the best if he didn't cause a scene while they were undercover. They didn't need the cops being called on them; that would look really bad on the police report.
"Fine." Hank spat, as he shoved by Connor once more, "but you know where I will be the rest of the night." With this being said, Hank made his way over to the bar.
It had been an hour or so and Hank was just sitting at the end of the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn't sure how many of these he has had, not enough to be drunk, but he definitely had enough that he was feeling good. He was still mad that he was sitting at a gay club on his Friday night, as if he wouldn't be doing the same thing but at his kitchen table. In the beginning of the night, he got hit on a couple times, but his cold responses quickly began casting people away and soon there was no one near him on the one side of the bar. He knew that he was being a really bad detective right now because he was sticking out like a sore thumb.
"You okay, man?" It seemed like the bartender finally got the nerve to ask Hank what was going on. Hank looked up from his drink and tried to give the man a smile, but it turned out more pathetic than he would have liked because the man didn't say anything else before filling up his glass once more ,"What happened to the cute thing you walked in with?"
"I am waiting on someone." Hank sighed; it wasn't a complete lie. To be honest, he had no idea where Connor has been this entire time. Jeffery was going to kill him if he lost or if Connor got stolen by some weirdo. With a rather large sigh, Hank threw the rest of his whiskey back and was going to go look for Connor when a delicate hand landed on his shoulder.
"Mister, I am sorry to interrupt, but I seem to be running low on fluids," Warm lips found their way to his ear as two hands worked his shoulders in a gentle yet needing way, "and I was wondering if you could help me replenish them?" The familiar yet different voice began nibbling on his earlobe and Hank couldn't help the soft grunt that left his lips. There was no way this was who he thought it was, but the kisses on his ear made it hard to think.
The bartender's eyes went wide for a moment in shock before he went back to drying glasses off mumbling to himself, " Oh, you guys are one of those couples." He quickly left the two as Hank seemed to be losing himself in the kisses, and for some reason he couldn't push the warm familiar feeling away. The hands stopped massaging his shoulders and spun the bar stool around so Hank was staring into deep pools of brown and longing.
"I was wondering if I could take you out onto the dance floor?" Connor's voice was filled with need and was even a little deeper than usual. He looked different than he did when they walked in. His cheeks were flushed with a light blue and his eyes were hooded with longing. Hank gulped as he couldn't help but to lick his lips as his eyes made their way to Connor's plump beautiful ones.
Said android reached out to grab Hank's hand, he quickly pulled Hank up to his feet. Hank's 6'2 frame leaned over Connor, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Hank's neck. He pulled Hank down so that his lips were breathing heavy in Hank's ear, causing a blush to appear on the older Lieutenant's cheeks.
"You were beginning to compromise the mission." Connor whispered into Hank's ear causing Hank to freeze up with the sudden shift in character, "I have downloaded files that will help us fit in. Please follow my lead, Lieutenant."
Hank had the sudden urge to shove Connor off of him and storm out of the club. He had no idea why realizing Connor was still focused on the mission made him, disappointed? No, that couldn't be it. He was just mad that he was being forced to dance with a man, and to make it worse, it was an android. "Fine, but don't call me Lieutenant" Hank sneered into Connor's ear before Connor grabbed his hand.
"Of course, Hank" Connor's voice dropped once again and Hank swore his heart stopped when Connor winked at him before turning around and dragging him out onto the dance floor.
Hank stared down at Connor's hand, which was now tightly wrapped around his and he was puzzled about how soft it felt. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he didn't expect something so soft. So human like. Before he knew what was going on, Connor had dragged him into the middle of the dance floor and was already dancing. Hank wasn't sure what to do; here there was this, this beautiful android dancing in front of him. He was tipsy enough to not be THAT bothered by the android's beauty.
This is what Connor must have meant when he said he downloaded files that were going to 'help them', because once the next song hit the speakers, there was no telling what Connor was going to do next. The bass was causing Hank's heart to thump louder in his chest as he watched Connor's hips swing to the beat. He didn't even know androids could move so smoothly. The lights ran across Connor's body highlighting each small gland of artificial sweat dripping from his body; his head was thrown back and Hank could only imagine what face he was making. Hips swayed back and forth as Hank watched him get lost in the music. Connor's arms soon found their way over his head as his entire body seemed to be grinding in the air looking for something or someone. The dancing was so sensual that Hank couldn't help but to reach out for him.
Hank's calloused hands harshly gripped Connor's hips and pulled him back so he was flushed against Hank. The soft gasp that left Connor's mouth set something off inside of Hank, he needed to hear more. Hank pulled Connor back and grinded his dick right into Connor's ass; his fingers rubbing small circles on Connor's hips causing groans to flow out of the younger man. Hank lost himself in the soft skin, music, and the need to hear all of the noises that can come out of this beautiful man in front of him.
The warm feeling in his stomach from the whiskey edged him forward as he leaned down and nibbled on Connor's ear. Another gasp slipped through the smaller man's mouth as he threw his hands up and wrapped them around his neck. The two rolled and rubbed against one another, hands running all over each other; the mission being completely forgotten for the moment. Even the stares from those on the dance floor and a couple whistles didn't pull them from one another.
"Hank…" Connor panted as Hank's fingers fluttered against the silk skin of his hips. A couple brave fingers trickled under the edge of Connor's jeans causing Connor to jerk and throw his head back.
"This is payback." Hank sneered in Connors ear; the hot breath tickling through his entire body and going straight to his dick. Another moan slipped through Connor's lips and Hank couldn't help but to admire how the android looked right now; a soft blue blush covered his cheeks, his mouth was slightly open pants simply flowing out as he rolled his body against Hank's. He was trying to get as close as he could. His eyes were closed and he licked his lips when Hank grinded his now hard dick into Connor once again.
"It is dangerous to leave your gun in the front of your pants." Connor moaned as he threw his ass back onto Hank's dick. Hank couldn't tell if Connor was trying to be a tease or if he was serious. "The best place is in your holster." He was serious. Hank rolled his eyes and bent down to bit on the crook of Connor's neck. Forcing the smaller man to let out a rather loud groan.
"Shut up." Hank whispered between nibbles. Their bodies seemed to meld together as the music got faster. The moans were coming out faster and more heated as the two seemed to get lost in one another's body. Hank's right hand couldn't help but to wonder up, fluttering against the hard stomach of the man in front of him. His fingers traced the pronounced abs as his other hand went deeper into Connor's pants. The curiosity of what was awaiting him was too much to bare.
"And here I thought you hated androids, Hank." Connor purred as he rocked back into Hank with more intensity. Hank froze, those words cutting right through the whiskey and music. What was he doing? He had his one hand almost all the way down Connor's jeans, the other running along Connor's abs, and his hardened dick was shoved up Connor's ass. The sudden stop caused a whine to creep out of Connor's mouth, "Hank?"
"Don't call me that." Hank sneered shoving the android away from him; he stormed off towards the bathroom leaving the android on the dance floor.
Connor stood there and watched Hank walk away from him; he thought back and he was trying to figure out why the man had stormed away. Connor blinked several hundred times calculating; he was just following up with the 'friendly banter', but he must have misread some signal. His LED turned yellow as he felt a twinge of pain inside of his biocomponents. His face pulled together in confusion. He felt heavy and something else. He quickly ran a diagnostic, just to be sure. Everything seemed to be in working order; with a sigh, his LED was once again blue and he turned his back to where he watched Hank disappear. He still had a mission to complete.
"What are you doing, Hank?" Hank spit out in anger as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked horrible; he bent down and splashed some water on his face before looking back up. His hair was in a messy mop on top of his head, his face was flushed and for some reason he was having a hard time convincing himself that it was from the whiskey.
"The fuck are you doing?" Hank growled once again, this time he was pacing back and forth in the bathroom. Getting weird looks from those who wandered in and getting angry glares from those who just wanted to come into the bathroom for some quick action. "He is a fucking android! He isn't even a girl one."
He angrily threw his fist into the wall trying to let some of the anger out. "Fuck!" He groaned as he pulled his fist back in pain; he quickly tried to shake out the pain. He didn't think anything was broken, but it may be fractured. "Great, that will be fun to explain." This was all that android's fault, yeah, there was no way that he could possibly be attracted to Connor. It must be something that android downloaded. He was just doing it to blend in, but that android, that plastic prick took it too far.
Taking one more deep breath, trying to calm down enough to not cause a scene, he walked out of the bathroom. He probably was in there for a half an hour or so, maybe longer, Hank wasn't paying attention. He was just trying to calm himself down. Now, he just had to get the tin can, and make their way out of the club; it was almost closing time, and they hadn't seen anything suspicious so far.
Hank shoved past the crowd, making his way out to the middle of the dance floor where he had left Connor. He debated looking outside at the car for Connor, because Hank couldn't think of a situation where Connor would stay here and dance. The damn android followed him around like a poodle; he was pretty impressed that Connor hadn't followed him into the bathroom. Hank was searching for a couple minutes when he caught a blue LED out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, hoping that this android was his android. Hank's eyes went wide and his heart dropped into his stomach at the sight in front of him.
There was his android, but he wasn't alone. His head was thrown back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against another man. The man was leaning down whispering, what Hank was assuming to be, sweet promises of the night to come by the way Connor was blushing and innocently nodding his head. The man's hands were tucked up under Connor's shirt and his hips were all but thrusting up into Connor. It was different from how Connor and Hank were dancing; this was nasty and there was no rhythm. Just frantic humping and it was not how Connor deserved to be handled.
Hank couldn't hold himself back as he slowly made his way over to the man holding his android.