The frigid room glowed a soft yellow to match the sudden bolts of electricity that shot down to touch the ground outside. With each strike Connor snuggled farther into his pile of blankets, damn audio receptors in too well of working order to block out any of the deep rumbles that followed. It's just a little thunder and lightning, nothing to be afraid of. Sumo wasn't even cowering from the sounds of his loud snoring in the next room.

Another particularly close strike and Conner felt his face heat with shame. This shouldn't be a problem, he should be resting peacefully. He wasn't programmed to have this kind of reaction to thunder and yet...he sighed. Everything was so confusing after becoming a deviant. He suddenly found himself filled with joy at the most mundane of sights, moved to tears by cheesy old movies. Sometimes he even felt himself yearning, aching for something that he couldn't have. Or should he say someone.

Ever since he had shared his first hug with the grouchy detective he felt something new seep through his artificial veins. He recalled the scruff of the other man; beard against his cheek, the scent of his cheap cologne tainted by alcohol. Another crack of lightning kicked him out of his memories and back into the present, room glowing red and body shivering uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to cling to the comfort of Hank's scent on his blankets but alas, they had just been washed.

Another crack like a whip outside and Connor had finally had enough. He bolted up in bed, blanket in hand like a small child and scurried over to Hank's room, finding the door slightly open. He could hear Hank snoring peacefully and suddenly he was trapped. Not wanting to wake him for something as foolish as his irrational fear and letting him slumber, knowing that if he didn't he'd be greeted with the city's number one pain in the ass detective.

KABOOM. Connor's LED flickered red as he practically dove at Hank, shaking him awake.

"WHa-whaz going on?" Hank rubbed his eyes and groaned when he saw the blaring red numbers of the alarm clock. "Jesus Connor it's 2:30 in the morning what the hell do you want!?" He snapped before noticing the LED glowing somehow brighter on Connors head. "Hey wait Con what's wrong?" Conor could sense the panic rise in his voice. "Did something happen? I'll-" Connor squeezed is eyes shut and sook his head, clutching his blanket tightly to his chest.

"No nothing's wrong, Hank. It's just that-" Another lightning strike and Connor couldn't take it anymore.

"Are those,are you crying?" conor shook his head feeling the hot wet streaking down his face.

"Did you know that the chances of being struck by lightning this year are 1 in 960,000?" Hank looked up at the android, flabbergasted. A statistic like that would really spook him? Hank wasn't sure whether to hug him or slap him.

Suddenly there was another flash outside the window and Connor practically lunged for Hanks arm, gripping it like a vice.

"Hey Connor, listen to me, there is absolutely nothing to be worried about. You're safe here ok?"

"I do...feel safer with you." There had been other hugs. Lingering touches and stares ever since Hank invited Connor to live with him. Connor still didn't know what to make of it. Only right now in this moment he knew that he wanted nothing more than for Hank to hold him in his arms and to tell him everything was going to be okay. To be protected by his human until the storm passed.

"Can I, could you-" Hank blinked. He sighed deeply and raised the blankets, gesturing towards the other side of the bed. Connor leapt into bed and immediately curled into a ball facing away from the detective, as far away from him as he could possibly get. Hank sighed again.

There was another loud crack outside and Connor whimpered; began shivering. Hank frowned. This was so unlike the android that he couldn't help but fret over him. He could practically feel the bed vibrate from Connor's shivering. "Oh for fuck's sake Connor." He said reaching his hand out and awkwardly placing it on Connor's shoulder. Connor jolted then froze before melting into the touch. Hank rubbed his arm soothingly before closing his eyes tightly. Am I really going to do this? Connor sniffled. Oh fuck it. In one smooth motion Hank pulled Connor close, back against his chest and hands placed over the android's. "It's alright Connor I've got you." He whispered almost imperceptibly. Connor seemed to relax from this reassurance and in a moment of pure need turned around to bury his face in Hank's chest. "Thank you…" He whispered.

Hank felt his face heat as he cradled the android, rubbing his arms up and down his sides as Connor snuggled into him. Another flash outside and Connor jolted suddenly, mashing his leg against Hank's groin. Solid groin. Connor's eyes darted up to Hank's, which were squeezed tightly shut in embarrassment.

"Hank?" Connor questioned quietly. When Hank didn't respond Connor rubbed up against him experimentally, earning him a quiet grunt of pleasure. Connor's LED flickered red as he felt thirium rise to his cheeks. Hank wanted him? A small smile rose to his face as he raised his head from Hank's chest. "Hank, I-"

"Nevermind, Connor." Hank gritted out through closed teeth. He pulled away preparing to get out of bed and walk to the couch in shame when Connor grabbed his arm tightly, pulling him back down to face him.

"I want you too. I've wanted you for so long." He admitted quietly, breathing across Hank's face. Hank's heart lurched as Connor slowly kissed him. He froze, this couldn't be happening: this was the kind of thing that got him waking up in the morning half hard and agitated, knowing that it could never really happen. Connor grabbed the side of his face, deepening the kiss before Hank finally indulged himself and kissed back hard, tongue darting into his mouth. Connor rubbed his knee in between Hank's legs and Hank growled, flipping them so he was on top of Connor, pinning his arms above him.

"Does lightening even really scare you? Or did you just plan this whole charade so you could get a good fucking?" Connor whimpered and squirmed below him.

"I think-I think I love you Hank." Hank reached down to suck on his neck; lick at his collarbone. Another loud boom echoed around them and Connor flinched, gasping as Hank reached down into his sweatpants. Powered by a sudden wave of pure lust, Hank jerked down Connor's pants and then his own, freeing his rock hard cock. Connor groaned like a porn star as he pressed down against him taking both of their dicks in one hand and tracing Connor's hole with the other.

"Jesus fucking christ." Hank growled as he pressed one finger inside then two, scissoring him.

Another flash of lightning and Connor pressed down hard on Hank's fingers, fucking himself.

"I need…"

"What do you need, Con?"

Connor groaned and pushed down harder on Hank's fingers.

"...distraction."

Hank jerked Connor's cock and kissed his forehead, pulling out his fingers.

"I've got you." He pressed his dick against Connor's entrance and thrust hard, knowing that androids couldn't feel pain. He slid in in one go and Connor moaned long and loud, masking the thunder pounding outside.

"Fu-fuck me Hank." He stuttered as Hank began thrusting in earnest, pulling off Connor's shirt and sucking on his nipples. "Fuck me hard-harder." Connor moaned again as Hank slid his fingers in his mouth to silence him, thrust harder and faster until Connor was a trembling mess below him. Suddenly lightning flashed outside as bright as Connor's LED and he shouted, ropes of come shooting onto Hank's stomach. Thunder cracked like whip as Hank came next, pumping white into Connor's hole.

Hank slid out as Connor shuddered, pressing his face into Hank's neck and breathing hard.

"Hank…" He moaned as Hank kissed his cheek, rubbing comforting circles on Connor's back. "Thank you." He whispered wrapping his arms around Hank's larger form. Hank smiled.