Standard disclaimers apply.
Warning : While not violent or overtly non-consensual, this is a slave fic, which means all events happen within an intrinsically non-con setting. Also, porn.
Xander just wanted to get back to his office and fill out the paperwork for the night's retrievals. This was the bad part, the annoyance after a good patrol, and he had tried in the past leaving it till the beginning of his next shift so he could just go straight to a hot shower and either blissful rest or a romp with the leftover buzz depending on how hard the fights had been. But he would forget details overnight, and his reports weren't as comprehensive and the white coats complained... so paperwork after patrol, even though it ruined the flow.
He nodded to people as he navigated the halls, white coats, some brass, teams on their way out for their own patrols. His team would do separate reports in their rooms or the common areas; a lot of teams collaborated, but he didn't allow that and as a result he knew the white coats got a better overall picture by looking at all the individual perspectives. So he walked alone, except for his constant shadow, the lithe form in all black with "HK1217" printed neatly on its chest and back. Most handlers walked their HKs in front of them, one hand on their belt to be near the control box, or even leashed them. It just seemed silly to Xander. Why depend on the units in the field but stand paranoid in the base?
Then again, the way some handlers treated their HKs, maybe they should be paranoid all the time.
He smiled at a white coat who was leading a group of handlers in training on a tour. They all had the black patch on their uniforms but no number to identify a unit they had been paired with. Last leg of training, then. The trainees jostled by in a rowdy bunch, the tour must be finishing up, and he almost missed the gasp and thump from behind him. But after so long together he knew exactly when his shadow fell out of place, and he spun around to see the pale face gone fanged and grimacing in pain as the unit shook and tried to stand again.
"Wow, like a ton of bricks," one of the departing soldiers sniggered, and a couple glanced back to see the results. For a moment, Xander seriously considered going after them and working off some leftover adrenalin from the patrol, but he settled for getting a good look at their faces before they turned quickly away from his scowl.
He knelt and gently slipped his arm around a slim waist. "Hey Kitty, we're almost to the office, let's get out of the lights and noise, huh?" He half carried the trembling form through the doorway and settled them on the carpeted floor without turning on the light.
"There we go, I'm sorry, trainees can be such little assholes..." He kneaded carefully at the tight muscles of its neck and shoulders while peppering soft kisses across the now smooth brow. "Shhhh, there's my sweet Kitty, I'm gonna talk to Dr Engleman tomorrow about turning down the power on that fucking thing, maybe I'll tell him there was an accidental trigger on patrol and I almost got hurt while you were down... but that would show on the rest of the team's reports, I'd have to put it off till the day after so I could get them to include it..."
He pulled back from murmuring into the soft golden hair to see surprised blue eyes under an inquisitively raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm a bad, bad boy lying to get what I want, what of it?" He kissed the raised brow right on that scar he always wondered about and pulled the now relaxed body into a position straddling his lap. "It's not like I've ever actually seen you trigger the thing except by accident, and I don't like seeing you in pain for no good reason. Well, I don't like seeing you in pain period, but battle wounds aren't as bad as you collapsing cause some jerk wasn't watching where he was going, or worse was and thinks the chip is funny."
His hands slipped under the tight black shirt almost of their own accord and began to trace hard, defined muscles. "Gotta do what it takes to protect my Kitty, right?" He felt the subtle shift as the unit leaned into the caress even as it gave him a skeptical glance that seemed to look over non-existent glasses. "That's right, I said my Kitty, you wanna make something of it?" He slipped the shirt off and bit gently on a perfect, delicate seeming collarbone, then harder on the neck and knew as he heard a soft contented rumble that blue eyes had briefly flashed gold.
"You may be officially property of the U.S. government, but in the ways that matter, you're mine, and I'm gonna make sure those little shits who knocked into you know it too." And he would - most of the other handlers thought he was nuts for the protective streak he had concerning his unit, but the performance he got in the field excused the eccentricity. "Would you like that, seeing me fight for you?" He began teasing irresistible pink nipples and the pleased smile dissolved into a silent whimper.
Xander laughed softly as the HK scooted back onto his thighs and began opening his pants, its cool hands freeing his already hard length. "Not as impressive a sight as you fighting, I'll admit." He lifted the unit slightly by the waist and enjoyed the smooth and flexible efficiency with which the tight black pants were removed. "You were beautiful tonight, Kitty. Sometimes I wish I could just sit back and watch you instead of coordinating the team and doing my part. You move like you're dancing, so much power and control." He worried at the delicate shell of an ear as his hands dropped down to cup a perfect ass and investigate its entrance.
"Mmmmm, still slick... Do you want to turn around, might be more comfortable?" He knew the answer before the quick head shake and lifted the unit slightly to position them. Kitty needed it this way after the chip had been activated, though not after injuries it sustained in fights. Needed to be surrounded and supported by him, arms around its shoulders, knees behind its back. Needed to look in his face or bury its head in his shoulder taking deep breaths to draw in scent rather than oxygen. Xander thought it needed to remind itself that he wasn't one of its prior handlers, that he wouldn't use his control box for trivial indiscretions or worse for his own amusement.
As he slipped slowly into the cool tight place he loved to be he whispered, "I've got you, Kitty. Not giving you up, not letting you or anyone else forget who you belong to." He was reassuring, but he was also sincere. He couldn't understand how some handlers could loan (pimp) their units out to fellow soldiers or white coats. It was bad enough knowing that some of Kitty's other handlers had retired rather than dying in the field and there were people out there who had touched his property in the past.
He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on gently lifting and lowering the unit as he flexed his hips. It whimpered and tightened its own grip slightly each time he slid in and he knew they'd lucked onto a good angle this time. "Is my pretty Kitty gonna come for me? Better think of some way to catch it if you want to, I'm not walking back to our bunk with a stained shirt..." He tried for teasing, but the feel of a perfect body trembling with pleasure and need this time instead of echoes of pain was breaking him apart and he tightened his hold as their speed increased.
"Come on, Kitty, come for Xander," he gasped out as he felt his own orgasm building. "I got you, I've got you and I'm not. Letting. You. Go!" The last was grunted out as he felt the cool channel spasm, milking out long pulses from him. He dropped his head down to nuzzle golden curls and just breathed for a moment before groaning out loud. "And I still have to do the paperwork!"
There was a stutter of breath like a silent chuckle as the HK rolled off of him and licked its hand clean of the spunk it had loyally protected his shirt from. Then, with a ridiculously contented smile, it gave an exaggerated full body stretch - a kitty stretch, with knuckles and toes on the floor and back arched - and curled up on its discarded clothes to nap while it waited.
"Brat," Xander muttered with no malice. He stripped off his jacket and lay it over the quiet figure, knowing his scent and residual heat would be welcome. He placed a gentle kiss on Kitty's cool temple and settled behind his desk with a smile of his own. "My brat."
A/N : This fic is being marked Complete because while other chapters may be added (especially if I get nice reviews), they would be unconnected and non consecutive snapshots in the life of Agent Xander and his Kitty, with any overall plot only emerging by inference.