Chapter 10/10: Devotion
"I will fucking end you." - Gavin Reed
...in which the boys get home and Gavin for the first - as well as only - time bottoms.
CHAPTER WARNING! Referenced Suicide (...but none of the leads) and Implied/Referenced Sexual Situations
NINES
~ MAY 20TH, 2040 * AM 10:55 ~
Although he suggested Gavin get some rest before making their way back to Detroit, he was stubborn, claiming he'd sleep on the plane if necessary. Unsurprisingly, not even on the 13-hour flight did he get any shut-eye thanks to his insomnia. Nines couldn't blame him for wanting to get home as soon as possible, and frankly, he shared the sentiment. As did Eleanor.
Russia was a beautiful country, but he figured they were all a bit homesick.
Nines held their apartment door open for him at 10:55 a.m. the morning after, Gavin unable to even step across the threshold before a black ball of fur prevented his entrance, the wagging of Paws' tail so furious he suspected he might tip himself over. Paws had sensed them approaching the door and made sure to stand ready. If it wasn't for Paws' small size, Gavin surely would've been knocked flat on his ass, tiny front paws pressing against his shin. Grinning, Gavin crouched down to the fluffy fiend.
"Missed us, huh?" he asked affectionately, giving him pets. His chin tilted up to address Paws' temporary keeper. "Hey, Ti."
"Hey yourself. I tried to hold him back a bit, but he's relentless," she replied, approaching them. Nines welcomed her embrace as arms wrapped around his neck. She gave Gavin the next hug while Nines picked the dog up. "Good to see you again, guys."
"I take it everything went fine here?"
"Aside from the few house fires, break-ins, and destroyed furniture, I'd say 'yes'," she joked, smirking. "He's an angel. Really."
"Angel? Fuck, he's living in your head rent-free. He's the furthest from a fucking angel as he can get."
Tina crossed her arms. "Only when around you, Gav. Paws and I actually respect each other," she teased, Gavin puffing a laugh. "I'm curious as to how it all went down, but I can tell you're about to pass out any moment... so get some R&R. You look like shit." There was a compassionate - albeit amused - look in her eye. "We'll catch up later."
Gavin nodded in agreement, and shortly, the door closed after her.
Nines watched him take a deep breath as closed eyes shot to the ceiling. At this rate, giving it another moment, he might fall asleep standing. Stepping in before the theory was tested, he touched the small of his back with his free hand - the other still holding Paws - unfocused dark grey blinking open as Gavin gave him a dull look.
"I'll have to agree with her," Nines said, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before he got a word in. The way Gavin kept his lips pouted, resembling a downtrodden child, the former couldn't help but fondly roll his eyes. "You can pack out later."
Gavin let out a sigh for dramatic effect. "All right, all right... I'm going."
Whilst he retreated to their bedroom, Nines got himself seated on the couch with Paws in his lap. He had already recharged on the plane. Informing Fowler of their return, they had been ordered to take it easy the next couple of days. Gavin had protested like he always did, but his workaholic behavior could be harmful, so Nines made sure they got those days off anyway. On more than one occasion had he needed to step in so Gavin wouldn't work himself to the bone. He'd known his limit for a while now and Gavin needed that R&R Tina mentioned.
Frankly, Nines was just happy he listened. A couple of years back and that wouldn't have been the case. He noticed how Gavin had started to take better care of himself. How he smoked less and stopped loading more cases onto his shoulder than was deemed healthy. Even then was he close to hitting that lieutenant position. Become the youngest lieutenant in Detroit like Hank was now. Hank had taken it a bit easier the past two years and even started going to a therapist - despite refusing at first - so chances were that Gavin would surpass him.
Were it not for Gavin, Nines, and especially Connor, he didn't doubt that Hank might've pulled that trigger. Not only would the former have lost a father-figure, but Gavin would've had to go through a paternal loss in the same manner for the second time. Unlike Gavin's mother, however, Hank had a support group. He would still have his biological father who he had regular contact with over the phone these days, but that didn't make him care any less. Hank was going to be fine and that was peace of mind.
~ JUN 15TH, 2040 * PM 11:58 ~
It had been just under a month since they returned from Russia. Gavin had become more publicly affectionate, and frankly, just more affectionate in general. Before, he had to make a conscious effort. Now it came naturally and Gavin no longer held back.
Nines reveled in getting grabbed and placed on his lap even in the middle of the precinct. How an arm would latch around his shoulders when seated and talking with coworkers. How Gavin didn't care when people saw him nonchalantly peck his cheek in passing. How he would wrap his arms around Nines' waist from behind in the mornings, pressing kisses to his neck, half-asleep and mumbles incoherent. Although spoken with humor, Gavin would sometimes demand cuddles, and he was happy to oblige. No longer was he forced to always take the initiative for intimacy.
He had a feeling the entire Andronikov case shook Gavin to the point that he didn't want to take any moment for granted. Nines had no complaints. It stunned him how affectionate he truly was when unshackled.
It was all the move proof of just how touch-started he still was and Nines was determined to smother him with the love he craved.
Or a metaphorical pillow.
It depended on how he behaved.
The more time passed - the more arguments they had - it was evident that nothing could come between them. Arguments about what cleaning products to buy, hogging the mirror, and other trivial things. Despite their many differences, how compatible they were was striking.
"Hey, dipshit," came a familiar voice, Nines looking up from the reports scattered on the table. "Bed. Now. Get a move on."
Gavin stood in the entrance of their bedroom in nothing but his briefs. A hand on the door handle as he leaned up against the side of its frame. A scandalous cock to his hips. He had just gotten out of the shower - his hair mostly dry albeit darker - with a determined look on his face. Unable to help himself, Nines' gaze traversed lower, taking in the incredible sigh before him. Gavin flexed and icy grey darkened. The lust on his face must've shown as a cocky smirk shaped Gavin's lips, chin raised, looking at him through hooded eyes.
Nines found his words. "Someone's bossy today."
More so than usual.
"...and impatient, so get the fuck over here," he said, sending him the doe-eyes faking innocence.
Pushing from the table, Nines got his feet moving. He approached and palmed Gavin's exposed abdomen, dark grey falling to his hand's placement, Nines drawing a deep breath as the end of his limb traversed up and between Gavin's pecs.
"No need to tell me twice, tiger," he purred, pushing him inside.
Gavin pulled the door closed together with them. Synchronized hearts hammering, they were on each other, sex coming in two flavors. Rough or slow. The rough ones happened when either was especially in the mood while the slow equivalent took up residence before bed when Gavin was either tired, Nines was low on battery replicating a tired state, or either of them was feeling especially affectionate.
Kicking off his shoes, Nines shortly realized this was a rough one. Even if he had a small preference for the latter, he enjoyed it all the same. To Nines, there was something attractive about being dominated and yanked about. Gavin, too, got turned on easier with rough sex. Even told him that the act of having the most powerful android in existence at his mercy gave him a kick like nothing else did. Gavin suited his bossy nature - his cocky quips and smirks - and Nines fell even harder.
The body language coming with said arrogance was the sexiest thing about Gavin. Once, it was faked arrogance, but Gavin had finally realized that he deserved everything given to him. His insecurity turned into confidence.
To a lot of people, said arrogance in one's abilities or looks would be a turn-off, but Nines couldn't disagree more. It was only an issue when other people were treated like shit as a result of it and that wasn't the case. Not with Gavin. If you respected him, he respected you in return, being a simple premise. He no longer had the need to antagonize people he was threatened by.
Calloused hands were at his turtleneck, ripping the sides apart and pulling it off, a waft of air brushing over the now exposed skin. Warmth returned as Gavin pushed back into him. Said hands exploring Nines' body, Gavin grasped his hips, pulling lower regions to his own. Nines back arched with the movement. Tongue still in Nines' mouth, he bent with him, ensuring they remained in contact. Beats became more erratic. Nines found himself spun, gasping at the impact as his back launched into the wall, Gavin wasting no time as he was already unfastening Nines' belt.
"C'mere, big guy..." Gavin said, claiming his mouth.
The kisses were issued at quick intervals. Desperate, sloppy, and needy. They set a pace. Mind hazed, icy grey followed as Gavin threw the turtleneck aside, genuflecting before him. The presses of lips to his chest worked their way down. Grabbing his shoulder, Nines forcefully pushed him the remaining inches towards the ground until knees hit the carpet beneath, a muffled groan against his bare skin on contact.
Hands came to the rim of Nines' jeans, tightening it, teeth finding the zipper and dragging it down. His pupils were blown as he watched Gavin drag his tongue across the bulge above the fabric followed by a kiss before being separated fully from his pants.
The very definition of a human deviant.
He could barely finish his thought process before Gavin was picking him up and taking him to bed. They tangled, wrestled, on the mattress. He could barely keep up with where Gavin was as he mapped his body with open-mouthed kisses that had his processors whir and LED flicker blue. If anything, it seemed as if he was escaping conversation, hitting Nines' every single soft spot.
Trying to keep him quiet.
The longer the thought lingered, the more concerned did he become, although he realized it could be mere over-analyzation. It was a bad habit. One most, if not all, androids had. The rougher Gavin got, however, the more he doubted.
Something was definitely wrong.
Had everything been fine, they would both be heaving for air by now, spent and in the middle of just lazily lying next to one another in bed. Gavin was stalling. For what reason, he was unsure, but he was more than determined to find out. Nines breaking the kiss, the attention turned to his neck. Fingers carding through the hair at the back of Gavin's head, he turned into it, his breathing coming out hard. Lips ghosted the shell of Gavin's ear and he collected himself enough to speak.
"Gavin... Gavin, hey, stop. Stop," he muttered, still catching his breath.
The reaction immediate, Gavin pulled away, mild alarm of his features. It was so like him to jump to conclusions. His pessimistic nature made sure of it. His dilated pupils, messy hair, and swollen lips were a sight that never failed to burrow itself deep into Nines' heart. Blinking, there was a shake of his head as if just having been released from a trance. A hypnosis.
Gavin cleared his throat and averted his eyes. "What's up?"
"I should be asking you that."
"It's nothing."
Bullshit.
"Don't lie to me," he said, Gavin looking up to meet his eye. "Not now." Preferably never, but especially now. Gavin's face fell at his addition. "Looks to me you're avoiding your problems with sex again."
"I'm solving my problems with sex. Right fucking here," he replied, determined now. "You wanna fuck me, yeah? Well, go on." It was only then that Nines knew what this was about. Gavin was scared, and thus, he stalled. "I'm not a fan, but fucking hell, I'm trying to adapt here. Just stick it in so I can stop feeling like a self-centered piece of shit."
Gavin going in for another kiss, Nines didn't let him, palm flat against his chest.
"I might not have as many years of experience as you do, but you're not seeing the point here," he said, shoving him away enough to see him properly. Gavin sighed in exasperation as his chin dipped in defeat. His forehead would've hit Nines' collarbone were his arms not locked straight. "There's a difference between healthy and unhealthy 'adaption' in a relationship. Say, if your partner is ace, they're in no way required to be - or should feel guilty for not - participating in sex. Neither should you feel guilty for having preferences. Not when I knew about them going in."
"Yeah, I fucking get that. Thing is, I do. I do feel guilty," he replied, scowling as he again met his eye. Glaring. "What was that 'bout me not dismissing your emotions anymore, huh? Bullshit?"
"You wouldn't hold a gay man accountable for not being attracted to women, would you?" he said, making - what he knew was - a valid point. "We don't decide these things. It's out of our control. A lot of people falsely argue that a man unwilling to switch is an example of toxic masculinity or confined to gender roles, but that doesn't apply to everyone. I know you're not that shallow. You simply have a need to be in control, and despite popular belief, there's nothing wrong with that. It's a submissive action regardless of what position one is in and that's not who you are."
Gavin just looked at him.
"Sometimes it pisses me off how empathetic you are."
"That's to be expected from CyberLife's most advanced creation. It's fine, Gav. My curiosity is not worth your discomfort."
Nines about to continue their make-out session, he never got the chance. Gavin briefly pressed their foreheads together as his jaw clenched. He met his eyes then, dark grey shifting, expression otherwise tight.
"Once," he said, Nines' features smoothing out. "That'll sate your curiosity, yeah? I can deal with that, but I'm not bullshitting when I say this is a one-time thing. I wanna give you this. Kinda outweighs the discomfort." That gave him some peace of mind. Regardless, as a thought occurred to him, Nines was unable to hide his reaction. Gavin took note and grimaced. "What the actual fuck are you smirking at?"
Nines hummed. "I just realized... one could argue that, in a way, you're a virgin."
He went there.
"I will fucking end you."
If Gavin didn't have a motivator before, he sure did now, Nines getting a demonstration the moment he found himself flipped atop of him and seated on Gavin's thigh. The comment - which could be seen as snide even if there was nothing wrong with being a virgin - didn't stop Gavin from welcoming his lips. Nines threw in a couple of kisses, finding it difficult to pull away like it always was, but this was a conversation that they needed to have. An important one. Breaking apart, he hesitated, considering his options.
"What do you want?"
Gavin's attention having been on Nines' lips, he finally looked up. "Everything," he replied, pinning him. "I'm not some delicate fucking flower, Nines. Put your dick in before I lose my patience."
He was never given free reins, so having his consent, Nines got to work.
"Whatever you say, boss."
The heat shortly picked up again, the experience different, Nines only used to being above Gavin if he was riding him. Nevertheless, this time was all about experimenting. He tried new things. Was more aggressive. More active.
Clothes discarded, skin against skin, he felt Gavin's full length. Disarming him with kisses alone that eventually left Gavin panting - chest heaving and coated in a thin layer of sweat - was an experience he wouldn't soon forget. Especially the words he muttered under his breath in the midst of it all. Words he thought he'd never hear Gavin Reed, of all people, say.
"I fucking love you..." he muttered, voice rough.
Reclaiming Gavin's mouth before he could get the chance to take it back, his brows drew tight, pushing harder against his lips. He would have to remember that showing a more dominant role had such a positive effect on him. Gavin clearly had a need to be in control, but it was obvious that he preferred some resistance. That he had to work for it. Power was hot, and when consent was involved, perfectly moral. They had on more than one occasion used handcuffs to a more devious purpose than chaining up suspects.
Gavin's thigh pressing hard against his pelvis in an attempt of shown dominance, Nines sat straighter, forcefully pushing said thigh down to lay flat against the mattress. A muffled groan was issued from the man below him at the force used.
For the first time, Nines was taking control, and for the first time did his boyfriend allow it.
Shifting for both his own legs to end up between those of Gavin's, he grabbed his hip, yanking him in and pillowing his own semi-hard length between. The pure panic on Gavin's face showed just how much he'd underestimated Nines' strength. The latter always held back and it appeared as if Gavin had just realized. He briefly looked downright terrified.
It would've been amusing in any other situation, but at the moment, Nines felt awful. Said expression was short-lived. Taut muscles near immediately relaxing again, Gavin appeared to have gotten over it, his breathing still heavy.
Before Nines could speak, a hand was at his nape and pulling him the remaining inches down. Gavin mashed their lips together, brows furrowed, effectively silencing him. The tuft of hair in his forehead was nearly flat against it thanks to the sweating. Gavin's appearance was disheveled, unhinged, said hair tousled making his tame curls stand more out. His free hand took a grip below Nines' ass and guided him closer. Nines' mouth invaded by his tongue, the gesture welcomed, the hand in Nines' hair tightened and delved him deeper.
Blood rushed in his veins, traversing, hammering his temples. Tongues explored already-known territory. Only when Gavin released his head and pushed him back a bit, hinting at the next stage, did they separate. It was clear that he had set his mind to it and Nines knew arguing was fighting a losing battle. As time passed, he appeared to relax more, convincing him that this was what he wanted.
Foreheads pressed together, Nines got in position, hand at Gavin's thigh pulling them further apart. His other palmed the mattress on the opposing side whilst Gavin's balled into a fist against Nines' abdomen. Below him, he shifted, holding himself up with a forearm.
Nines lined himself up. It was clear just how new this was to the man below him as he was writhing already.
"Relax."
"Shut your fucking mouth."
"Relax or this is going to hurt."
Gritting his teeth, Gavin growled. Heartbeats picking up, still synchronized, Nines was forced to hold him down in order to get anywhere further. Slowly but surely, he began to press inside.
Eyes pinching tightly shut, Gavin covered his own mouth. "Oh... oh, fuck..."
Words coming out muffled by his hand, attempting to keep himself quiet, Nines felt him clenching on impulse around him. Then relaxing. He was tight to a fault, speaking his inexperience. Concentration was clear on Nines' features to prevent hurting him. Fire pooled low, between, an inch inside before the next followed. Gavin nearly whimpered as he reached the g-spot many men would deny being aware of. Android lubrication process automatic, he pressed the remaining six inches in, down to the hilt.
Gavin's other hand trembling, nails dug into the mattress to silence it, head throwing back. Nines started pounding into his body. In his attempt to distract him, he worshipped his exposed neck in a way that he knew would leave both temporary bite marks and hickeys.
Lithe fingers enveloping Gavin's wrist, he released his mouth, pinning his arm to the mattress and pulling it up above his head where he held it. Brows tight, Gavin's jaw had fallen open, his quickened breathing turning into panting as he kept pounding. He looked absolutely wrecked and Nines made sure to savor it in his memory. Other limb releasing the sheet, it found refuge on Nines' scapula, pulling him closer to nuzzle into his opposite shoulder blade. Gavin bit into it, a canine close to puncturing the skin.
He pounded him harder in response resulting in a guttural moan.
"I'm going to move," Nines breathed, voice hoarse.
"Fucking-A... just do it..." he whined, his tone just as wrecked as he looked.
Nines' free hand traversing down, lower, he grasped and lifted his hip for a slightly different angle. Adjusting. The moan escaping Gavin then was more guttural than before, crude, adding pressure to his shoulder. Nines' processors were going haywire with his LED sputtering at red between Gavin's pecs. Recapturing his wet mouth, tongues came in contact once more, a harder press as Nines kept going. Careful not to hurt him still. Releasing Gavin's escalated wrist, lithe fingers ghosted his pulse point, tips brushing against the inside of his palm.
Black chassis revealing itself up to his wrist, he interlocked their fingers. Gavin kept holding onto his shoulder to ground himself. How his breathing was coming out hard, ragged, against Nines' ear only turned him on further.
Close, with a few final thrusts, was the wait over. Nines had held back for a while now and only after Gavin did he allow himself to finish. Program stuttering through the release, blaring error messages of possible overheat ignored, Gavin had clenched and trembled around him. The growl escaping him was feral as if he was in pain even if Nines knew he wasn't.
Leave it to Gavin Reed to make everything dramatic.
Blood flow slowing down in wires, muscles relaxing, he released Gavin's hand - skin returning at the loss of contact - and carefully pulled out. Gavin was panting. His eyes tightly closed, head thrown back, he began steadying his breathing.
Meanwhile, Nines collapsed next to him.
He had used a surprising amount of battery throughout it all.
Nines spoke up. "How do you feel?"
"Fucked. Literally. I'm gonna be sore for weeks," he replied, voice still not entirely there. The saltiness of his tone and accompany scowl was amusing. Nines couldn't help but puff a laugh. "So what's the verdict, plastic?"
That he needed to see him that wrecked again. Unhinged. In euphoria.
Gavin had looked wrecked long before he even entered him, so he knew right then that he was more than content with Gavin topping him from here on out. All Nines had to do was play a more dominant role in their sex life to see that incredible look again. If anything, he preferred Gavin taking control of the situation. Yet he didn't splinter how thankful he was that he was allowed to try something different tonight. Gavin didn't need to go through with this for his sake, and yet, he did. Nines loved him all the more.
"I prefer being topped."
"Oh, thank fucking god," he muttered, covering his eyes with his forearm. The relief heard in his voice made Nines unable to maintain the laughter escaping him. Behind his arm, Nines saw him grinning, clearly thankful. "Part of me was worried I had to sugar-coat it, like... no offense... good job on giving me an orgasm and all that jazz, but this shit's not for me."
Nines' smile turned fonder. "No offense taken, hot stuff," he replied, getting settled to cross his forearms atop Gavin's chest. Said smile slowly faded. Turned to uncertainty. "For a moment there, you looked terrified."
"I was," he deadpanned, still not looking at him. Nines tried to swallow down the lump that hard formed in his throat. Removing the arm from his face, Gavin rubbed his caruncles, brows tight. "Guess part of me was reminded you could literally overpower me in less than a second." His heart broke. Gavin wasn't just scared to hand over control. He was scared of Nines "...but then I saw how fucking guilty you looked, and Christ, I knew right then and there I had nothing to worry 'bout."
"Worry about what?" he asked, lump easing.
Nines already had the answer, and yet, he wanted to hear Gavin say it.
Confirm it.
"Treading unknown territory. Part of why I was so fucking threatened by Connor arriving at the DPD was 'cause I knew chances were I'd end up on the street. No job, no money, no nothing," he replied, cupping his own nape. "I need consistency. Stability. Think ten steps ahead before leaping. Only when emotions fuck me up do I act before thinking." His jaw locked tight. "I need to feel... safe."
Lump easing, Nines finally understood.
"That why you've only been dating men that are either of the same size or taller?" he teased, putting a pause on the vulnerability.
That way, when not bogged down in said vulnerability, he could make sure Gavin kept talking.
"Haven't really thought 'bout that, but shit, that makes sense. A physical shield. I'm dating a tree right now, so I've got that covered," he said nonchalantly, Nines giving his chin a friendly shove. Gavin puffed a laugh. "Part of me also need to protect people I care 'bout. Keep 'em safe. Guess a Terminator like you don't need that, huh?"
"I'd have to disagree. I might be an advanced combat model, but I make mistakes like everyone else. I can list down at least a handful of cases where I would've ended up dead were it not for you."
"Guess you're right," he said, appearing somewhat relieved.
Reaching up, Nines' hand traversed his neck - brushing against his five o'clock shadow - before cupping his cheek. There was no venom in the glare directed his way as Gavin turned his head to look at him. Just pure certainty.
"You're safe with me, Gavin."
Dark grey darting, nothing but love was present in them. "I know."
"I could always change my primary settings to operate at your strength level or lower if it makes you feel better."
"Don't. Last thing I need is worrying 'bout you not dominating the suspects we catch. Besides, I trust you," he replied, falling into a pause. "I told you to never change, didn't I? I still mean that."
Pulling Nines in by the chin with his free hand cushioned between their bodies, he planted a kiss on his mouth that he melted into.
Nines had one more comment. "In the middle of it all... you said, 'I love you'."
Dumbfounded, Gavin blinked.
"I did?" he asked, thumb rubbing gently against Nines' jaw. The sound that escaped him then, a puff of laughter, followed. "Fuck, I've never said that my entire life." He trailed his thumb across Nines' bottom lip. Briefly, dark grey seemed entranced by said lips before meeting his eye again. He took a moment to just stare. "That kinda thing something you like hearing or what?"
Nines arched a brow, a smirk forming.
"Do you really have to ask?"
"Guess not," he joked, grinning as he threw his arm over for Nines to get pillowed on his bicep. "Forgot you were a fucking sap for a sec."
"If this is 'sappy,' I can only imagine how much chocolate, flowers, and whispering sweet nothings would enrage you," he said, amused by the grimace contorting Gavin's expression. "Case in point, and lucky for you, I share the sentiment. If I was overflown with compliments and terms of endearment, I'd worry you were too dependent on me. Would even think you were obsessed and looking at me through rose-tinted glasses. Most important part of a relationship is the ability to remain independently functional even when apart and we both are."
Gavin held his eye. "Compatibility or clash. You got your answer."
"It took you this long to figure out?"
"Fuck. Still no mercy," he said, doe-eyes on full display.
"Oh, please," Nines purred, following up with a tease as he climbed over him. He let his lips ghost Gavin's. Eyes half-lidded. "I could step on you and you'd love every second of it."
"Stop kink-shaming me."
"Kink-shaming is my kink," he joked.
With that, Gavin's jaw dropped, a glint in his eye. "Did you just quote a Vine at me?"
"Maybe."
"Fucking hell," he muttered, Nines unable to recollect his thoughts before a hand was at his waist and turning him onto his back. Gavin towered over him with a grin. "That's it, babe. I'm marrying you. Like it or not."
Now that was something he would never argue against.
A/N: Part of the sex scene was inspired by one of my favorite Reed900 artworks:
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