Warning(s): AU, sexual content, scene re-write, sexual tension, gentle sex, angst/fluff/smut, riding
Takes place during "The Nest" chapter. No spoilers.
After Connor had finished bombarding Hank with questions about illegal gambling and expressing concern over his partner's cholesterol intake, he found it in himself to try and get on a more personal level with the Lieutenant. He knew he didn't have much in the way of personality or hobbies, but Connor was still more than confident in his abilities to peak Hank's interest.
"Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" Connor asked hopefully as he watched the Lieutenant throw caution to the wind and bite into his burger.
"Hell, no…" Hank admonished quickly, then after a moment he relented and added, "Well yeah."
"Ask away!" Connor encouraged.
Step one accomplished. Connor was already making progress.
"Do all of you androids come anatomically correct, or is that just the sex bots?" Hank inquired, not passing any bucks as he was direct in his approach.
"I can't speak for other models, but I do," Connor answered truthfully.
There wasn't any harm in humoring Hank's question, seeing as how it was an apt inquiry about androids. Connor had a feeling that Hank was just teasing him, but he didn't let that dissuade him from establishing a connection with the seasoned Lieutenant. Either way, Hank was going to be educated and possibly learn a thing or two about Connor in the process.
"So you have a dick, then?" Hank deadpanned bluntly, looking across the table at Connor as if to gauge his reaction.
Of course, Connor showed none. He didn't even blink.
"I have a penis, yes," Connor concluded.
"Huh…"
A long pause of contemplation and a few more bites of food later and Connor was left wondering if Hank was going to say anything more or if he had already gotten bored. Still, Connor stood there obediently as he observed the human's eating patterns.
"Does it work?" Hank asked with a mouthful of food.
"Yes, my genitalia is functional and I come fully equipped with pleasure receptors."
He sounded as if he was just off the factory line, pre-programmed to answer any and all questions one might have. Except this was Connor trying to relate to Hank by means of educating him.
"So you know what it feels like to come?" Hank went on to say, taking a drink of his extra large soda.
"I don't think that's an appropriate subject to discuss right now, Lieutenant," Connor suggested, sparing a look around there surroundings.
Sure, it was raining and there wasn't anyone around except for the man that supplied Hank with his unhealthy meal, but Connor knew about subtlety despite what Hank might say. Deflecting the question didn't seem to appease the Lieutenant, however.
"Oh, come on," Hank complained, setting his drink down and staring at Connor with his goofy synthetic face. "You're the one who's always badgering me to have an open mind about your kind. You asked what I wanted to know and I did."
"These weren't the types of questions I had anticipated you to ask," Connor told him frankly.
"Always expect the unexpected," Hank teased. "You're not embarrassed, are you?"
He always expected a reaction out of Connor, the slightest facial twitch of recognition or a blush, but the android didn't break character. He didn't know why he was so dead set on provoking Connor. Maybe it was his need to humanize him somehow. He had his reasons for despising Connor's kind, but now that he was on the topic of how Connor functioned, Hank found himself enthralled.
"No," Connor assured, but there was a hint of defensiveness to it. "I just find it hard to understand why you'd care about that feature."
"I just wanna understand how you operate," Hank said and it was innocent enough, but there were ulterior motives at play as well. "I'm curious as to why they would program something like that into a model like you."
"I'm a state of the art prototype. I'm programmed to do many things," Connor rattled off just like he was designed to.
"Why program you to have sex?"
"Why not?" Connor countered, raising an eyebrow.
There it was. A reaction. A human reaction from an android and it was nothing short of sassy. Hank smirked a little.
"Just doesn't make much sense," Hank commented offhandedly, continuing to eat.
"Does it make you uncomfortable that I'm capable of having intercourse with a human?" Connor supplied, assuming that's what the Lieutenant was getting at.
"Uncomfortable isn't the word I would use."
"Disgusted?" Connor offered, a hint of curiosity coating the perfectly simulated syllables.
"No," Hank said slowly. He looked up at Connor's placid expression and squinted his eyes as if to study the android closer. "Intrigued."
"There are many models designed specifically for copulation yet my model having the option confuses you," Connor surmised with the data collected from their banter.
And Connor detected that it was, in fact, banter. Connor may be ignorant to a lot of things concerning humans since he was still only a prototype, but he adapted fast and was always learning from each experience.
"Maybe it's because you weren't designed for the sole purpose of having sex. The fact that it's a possibility with your model is what interests me," Hank clarified, choosing his words instead of spouting off expletives.
"Whatever my manufacturer had in mind, I'm sure there's a good reason for it," Connor explained, finding a solution and answer that best satisfied Hank's curiosity. He then went on to add, "But to answer your question from earlier, yes. I know the feeling of what humans call an orgasm."
"Yeah, but how do you know for sure?" Hank replied, testing the android's resolve and only getting that dumb expressionless façade in return. "Being a prototype and all."
"I trust that my design is as accurate and optimal as it can possibly be," Connor stated confidently.
"For an android that doesn't feel anything, you sure express a lot of faith," Hank deduced, hoping to catch Connor in a paradoxical loop.
"Then my manufacturer did their job in making me as life-like as possible," Connor remarked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
"How exactly do you feel pleasure anyway?" Hank went on to ask. "You never really told me that part."
"I have sensors built into my genitals that distinguish between varying levels of pressure that then calibrates it into synthetic endorphins," Connor described, educating Hank on how it all worked as easily as possible.
"Meaning..?" Hank trailed off.
"When I'm stimulated externally or internally, it sends electrical impulses throughout my body. Similar to how humans experience orgasms and adrenaline."
"Doesn't sound particularly sexy when you say it like that," Hank said sarcastically.
There was that pause of silence that most humans deemed awkward and Connor could detect an air of tension stemming from Hank. The Lieutenant was eating much faster now, more concentrated on his chewing than paying Connor any attention. Hank was also sucking down his extra large soda like he was on the verge of dehydration. Connor noticed this, and more, and decided to break the silence as he usually does in situations like this.
"If a demonstration is required to quell some of your doubts, I do come completely integrated with several pleasure protocols," Connor suggested when Hank insisted on being quiet and brooding.
"Demonstration?" Hank echoed, nearly choking on his food at the suddenness of Connor's offer.
"We can go back to your home or if you're feeling impatient we can park in an alley," Connor went on to ramble, ignoring the almost mortified yet conflicted expression on the Lieutenant's face. "Either way, I will do my best to make sure you get the maximum amount of comfort and pleasure out of it."
"I know I'm an old man and each year my hearing is getting worse and worse," Hank began, setting his bruger down slowly, clearing his throat, and shooting a skeptical gaze over at the android, then said, "But did you just ask me if I wanted to fuck you?"
He's not going to lie, the fact that he was just offered sex kind of made him giddy. Male android or otherwise. It's been a long time for the Lieutenant. Between his job, alcoholism, and destructive attitude towards the world, Hank hadn't found much time or motivation to seek out a relationship. Now here comes a shiny new android with a dumb face and puppy eyes, following him around like a lap dog. Hank didn't have to be smooth or flirt or pull any fancy moves to get in the robot's pants either.
What made him pause was whether or not that's what Connor really wanted. Did androids desire anything? Did they want? That was a whole other can of worms Hank would rather not get into right now.
"I purposely refrained from using such vulgar language but, essentially, yes I did," Connor admitted, impervious to whatever human emotion one might experience in this situation. "I propose that you take advantage of my many features while I'm still available to you, Lieutenant."
"What makes you think I'd want you and not any of the other sex bots? What makes you special, huh?" Hank inquired defensively, wondering when this hunk of plastic grew a pair.
"You and I have spent an ample amount of time together and I'd like to think that we're friends, or in the very least trust each other. It's my understanding that one would feel more comfortable with an android they're used to," Connor explained logically then added, "Plus, you wouldn't be paying for it."
"Maybe you have a point," Hank said thoughtfully.
Much to his surprise, he noticed a small smirk playing about Connor's lips. Something about the way Connor looked at him made Hank's heart skip a beat or two, that or the cholesterol Connor had been complaining about was finally giving him a heart attack. Hank didn't like how it made him feel and reverted back to his usual demeanor.
"About the paying aspect, that is. Nothing else…" Hank dismissed casually, trying to distance himself from Connor as much as possible. "Why waste money when you can get it for free, right?"
"So it's decided," Connor concluded hopefully, replicating a perfect smile. "Where should we go?"
"My place. We'll have more privacy there and I don't need the public knowing I'm fucking my company issued robot," Hank said brashly. He glanced at Connor to see the android staring at him expectantly. He seemed anxious in a way or at least some simulated version of the emotion. "Let me finish up here and we'll go."
"Great! I'll wait in the car," Connor announced, stepping away from the table and making his way back towards the Lieutenant's car.
Hank took another long gulp from his soda as he watched Connor walk away and tried to ignore how Connor's hips swayed ever so slightly. He had to remind himself that this was a robot. He was plastic. Made of wires, synthetic material, and biocomponents. Nothing more, nothing less. Their eyes connected briefly when Connor looked over his shoulder and gave Hank a subtle little wink that didn't go unnoticed.
It made Hank's blood boil, but he couldn't tell you why. It wasn't particularly out of contempt, but something about it made him furious. Like Connor had been holding out on him by surprising him with something as insignificant as a wink. Hank didn't like it when androids did shit like that. Like they understood the meaning of it. Still, Connor had his interest now and Hank wanted to see how far this could go.
So he stuffed his face with the rest of his burger and made his way back over to the car where Connor was staring straight out the windshield, waiting patiently like an obedient dog. Hank shook his head and heaved out a sigh, wondering what the hell he just got himself into this time.
"Fucking androids, man," Hank mumbled to himself.