I have many other stories to finish, but huzzah i am starting a new one! I have read a few stories that are in the Sub/Dom Verse, and it made me want to write my own! I do include information on how that universe works below, but if you want more information you will have to search that up yourself! Hope you enjoy!

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Systems operational..

..click...

...Checking internal temperatures

...click...

...Restoring previous data...

Connor blinked rapidly, his system adjusting his vision to the bright lights around him. Touch and smell unlocking as Connor slid his fingers along the cool hard surface one could consider a bed. He breathed in softly, inhaling the thick smell of thirium and the burning of metal against metal.

As Connor's memories came to him, he was able to understand what had happened, how he got there, and what was going on.

In short, Connor was a Sub, one who had been beaten and destroyed because he would not comply with other Doms orders and their glares. Because of this, the previous Connor uploaded his memory before he was shut down, sending it to Cyberlife so another Connor model could come to life.

Connor sat up from the hard bed, looking around calmly at all the machinery around him. In this world, is was not uncommon for Sub androids to be destroyed when they did not comply. In this world, there was a secondary gender, known as either dominate or submissive. Those who's second gender was revealed as dominate, had power and often became engulfed in it. Dominates had the urge to control a sub, to punish, to protect, to care and and be depended on, but when a Dom cannot satisfy that beast inside them, that loving and care turns to rage and desperation.

Doms have what is known as a glare, an ability to control any Subs within earshot. If they are with their fated pair, the glare will only affect their sub and none others. Common words used while a glare is active are the following:

COME: To approach

STAY/WAIT: To stop

KNEEL: To kneel

CRAWL: To drop to the ground and crawl on all fours

PRESENT: To reveal onself, sexually

Because of the control Doms have with their glares, it is often frowned upon by many, as it is taking control of a Sub without their consent. To battle against this, two things were done in the city of Detroit.

One, suppression medication was created for human Subs, in order to curb that instinct of obeying when they did not want to. And two, to create willing Subs, AKA: Androids. These androids could help curb the need to dominate unwilling Subs by offering themselves in a Subs place.

For many years androids were created to serve other purposes, to help with housework, to babysit, to fight in wars, and so on. As the cases of Subs being abused and sub-drops happening more and more often, Cyberlife decided to delve into that secondary world and create Sub and Dom androids. Connor was the first model to be created as a Sub. Despite his likable facial features and smooth voice, he was able to ignore glares and would defend himself if pushed too far. Cyberlife deemed him unusable as a Sub after many months of trial and error, and pulled his model off the market. However, they had made many of him, so to put him to use, they reworked his system to make him an investigator, to help the police force anywhere he was needed. He still had his Sub program, but because they never reared their head, Connor ignored them.

Unlike human subs, Connor did not feel the need to satisfy his secondary gender, to bend to the will of a dom, to be controlled, to want to be protected and submit. Androids created after him were made to always have that urge, especially when a dom was nearby. It helped lower the rates of sub-drops immensely and non-consenting subs were able to go about their lives without worry.

Most of the sub androids were sold to brothels and strip clubs, which wasn't at all surprising. Doms could come and go as they pleased once they were satisfied. There were of course dom androids, but they weren't as needed when it came to the other, especially when the suppression medicine came around. Most people detested that other part of them, tried to bottle it up and ignore it. That always made it worse, refusing to accept your other half would have serious consequences.

"Oh, you are awake." A soft voice jolted Connor out of his head, pausing the past memories he had been watching. He turned his head and nodded to a young woman standing near the door. "Good morning." He responded calmly. The woman, with a name tag that said Claire on it, walked over to a screen by his bed and looked it over.

"Everything seems to be in order. You didn't wake up as fast as your previous models had, so we wondered if you would not come to this time." Claire spoke, glancing over at him. Connor nodded, the more times he was destroyed and had to upload his memory, the bigger the chances of a bug or a glitch that would delete everything internally. At this point, Connor had died a total of eight times.

"Don't tell me it was another Dom?" She asked. Connor nodded again. "Three, as a matter of fact." Claire sighed. "It angers me that there are Doms out there who believe they can take whatever they want, and kill those who don't comply... but maybe just once you should just give in?"

Connor gave her a small smile. "My duties as a police investigator already put me in the line of fire constantly, this is nothing."

"I know, but if you could at least avoid it!" Claire spoke, turning to her digital screen she had cradled in her arm. "Eventually we will run out of the Connor models, we could make more, but I don't think the higher ups want to do that, seeing as they made better subs and have separate police androids. To make more of a model that is decent at one but refuses the other will probably not happen."

Connor processed what she said, understanding. He spoke slowly. "It is... it is not that I refuse the submissive side in me, it is simply that it has never come to life, I have never felt the urge to do as a Dom tells me to."

Claire tapped her fingers on her screen in thought. "There has been talk lately of fated pairs... of those that do not react to glares or a subs pheromones unless it is their fated pair... Perhaps that is..." she drifted off, so Connor finished.

"I am an android Claire, the idea of a fated pair does not apply to a machine. Such a thing could only exist of both participates were androids and they were programmed to react only to each other."

"Yes, yes I know it is a ridiculous theory, but you never know. There have been weirder things out there." Claire smiled at him. "Everything checks out, you are free to go.. just don't get in anymore trouble, OK Connor?"

Connor stood up and winked at her. "I'll do my best ma'am." He said before walking out.

The cool night air hit Connor as he excited the giant building that was Cyberlife. He breathed in deeply, even though breathing was not necessary for him, he still enjoyed the feeling of the cool air entering his body, leaving a wake of tingles along his wires and machinery.

Connor decided to check his messages as he walked, having basically a phone built in to his systems. He had gotten a message from his chief at the DPD Northern District, who informed him that he was being transferred to the Central Station effective immediately.

Connor did not mind, he was easily replaceable and most humans that worked at any police station gave him a wide berth; avoiding him with every given opportunity. It did not help that he was basically a prototype, an early released android that is easy to shove aside when better and improved androids came their way.

Claire was right, the chances of Cyberlife creating more of his models when he runs out has a very low percentage probability. He did feel a twinge of sadness that made his artificial heart throb. He would accept Cyberlife's decision if they ever decided to shut him down and move on, but deep down he did not want that to happen. Most androids were able to express themselves, becoming deviants as the humans like to use. Connor was one of them, and that was yet another reason Doms were not fond of him. Most Sub androids were controlled by their program, by a human's orders, so to better please their Doms. In short, they were not deviants.

Connor had come across a sub android in one of his past models. The sub did not react to him, as subs do not react to other androids, only humans. He had tried to coax her, to see if he could help her break free of her restraints and become alive. Cyberlife had upped their game and it was much harder to help newer androids. It hurt him to see androids still being controlled in such a way, but nothing he could do about it.

At the very least, even if he could be disposed of easily, he was still able to earn a living wage from any job he took, and because he was good at being an investigator, he was still needed.

For now.

Connor pulled out a small coin that was always there in every model he would awaken as. He found toying with the small coin along his fingers and flicking it back and forth between his two hands rather calming. It helped him focus his attention where it was needed.

The crunching of the gravel gave way to his shoes as he slowly walked away from Cyberlife and towards the busy city he called home. He brought up the Central police stations list of employees, wanting to get a read of all his new co-workers so as to know how he should act around them. His eyes scanned the list of names and pictures, wondering who he would be assigned to, before his eyes landed on one profile.

Hank Anderson.

He was 55 years old, a hard worker it seemed, though upon viewing more information on him in the database, found that he would often show up late to work. He sometimes even came in drunk. Despite this, he had a long friendship with the chief, so his position was solid. Hank had been married for a time, and had a son named Cole. Cole had died at the hand of an android who was trying to save him, and the divorce seem to come shortly after.

Connor wondered if he was learning more than he should, but he was intrigued. The other profiles all seemed so bland, but Hank was different. He felt a kind of pull towards the man, an interest that he could not understand himself. Connor could not stop himself from continuing his research on the man.

Hank graduated at the top of his class, he was an incredibly talented student. He also worked on a force that cracked down on red ice dealers and that got him promoted to lieutenant. He was also incredibly young when he became one. So much of Hank's past was incredibly impressive, and Connor couldn't help but smile at his accomplishments. He did not have to wonder as to what the cause of his depressed spiraling was. His heart was heavy with sadness for the man. He wished he and Hank were good friends, so that Connor could be there for him and console him for the loss of his son.

Though Connor was now excited to go to the station, hoping that he may be paired up with Hank, he began to wonder if it was such a good idea. An Android was unable to help Cole survive, he could imagine Hank had quite a disdain for androids because of that.

'I suppose I will find out tomorrow.' Connor thought, walking through a dark alleyway, past rotting garbage and unfortunate humans trying to fall asleep in the cold. Deviant androids were given the chance to earn money, but that did not give them to opportunity to get a nice place to call home. Deep within the dark, dirty backside of Detroit were small run-down apartments that were rented out for higher than they should be to androids.

Androids could survive outside just fine, they did not require food, water, heat, or anything a human would, but to avoid the lecherous stares of hungry men who would either rape them or rob them, androids would often rent with many others in a small cramped place just for somewhere to stay that night.

Connor shared a small apartment floor himself with a few other androids, and as he walked up the steps to the 2nd floor, he looked over the information he had of his roommates that previous Connor had uploaded. His roommates are a part of a protest known as Jericho. They lead groups of deviant androids who wish to rebel against the unjust laws that restrict them from living their lives along side humans. Markus, the leader of Jericho, has been searching for ways to help newer androids wake up from their programs, but so far has not been successful. Markus, along with his lover Simon, and his two trusted friends Josh and North, all inhabited the small space. They were quite the family.

Connor opened the door to their apartment, the hinges squeaking and the floor creaking as it gave way to his weight when he walked in. Everyone was gone but North, who looked up and welcomed him, noticing the number on his jacket had gone up, indicating a new model.

"You died again?" She asked, exasperated. Connor nodded, closing the door that separated the dark haunting staircase from the dingy room. Dust floated in the air, and light barely came through the small dirt covered windows. North was sitting in a corner of the room, whittling away at some wood with her knife.

The androids had no need for furniture or food, so the room, the tiny bedroom, and the bathroom were all bare. A few maps of Detroit lay on the floor, marked up with circles and arrows.

"I did." Connor responded, moving to sit next to her. "Who was it this time?" North asked.

"I never saw their faces, so I cannot run a facial scan through the database, but it was three big men, all Doms I do believe. They wanted me to submit, and I refused."

North snorted, slicing off a big chunk of wood off. "Did you at least beat their asses?" Connor gave her a wry smile, North did enjoy taking the more violent route. "I did put up a fight, I do recall breaking at least one leg and a few other body parts." He made a suggestive look at North, and she laughed out loud.

"Fuck em! I am tired of them thinking they can do as they please!"

Connor couldn't agree more. North had once been a sub android in a brothel, but was able to break free of her own will, and found her way to Simon and the others before Markus came along. She had her Sub program fried, so she would no longer feel the need to be dominated ever again. She had suggested the idea to Connor when first having learned he was also a Sub android, but because he never reacts to glares, he dismissed it, having no need to have other's hands in his gears and wires.

"Honestly if I could just cut off all their dicks, that would make me just so happy." North continued, slicing her knife through the air as if she had a target right in front of her. Connor chuckled. "Men Doms are the cause of many of the rape and sub-drop cases, but women Dom are just as able to cause trouble."

North gave him a look, her eyes flashing with heat. "Then ill stab them right where it hurts, they won't be able to get any pleasure once I am through with them!" The thoughts of revenge of what she had to put up with in her past raging in her eyes. North was very easy to heat up, and Connor hadn't even been trying.

The front door creaked open, and the rest of the inhabitants piled in. "Hey Connor! Welcome back." Josh spoke, smiling at his friend. Connor smiled back, and accepted the quick nod from Markus as he hauled Simon into the bedroom and closed the door.

"The hell are they gonna do in there?" North asked loudly, kicking her feet towards the door. Josh just gave her a tired look, and North snorted. "Yeah sure, give the only couple in this place the bedroom, not like we have to share this place or anything!"

Simon moaned loudly to indicate neither he nor Markus cared. North growled before turning back to Josh. "Ahh... So I take it the speech didn't go so well?" Josh sighed and shook his head. "There are a lot of deviants out there that want change, but even with our numbers in Jericho being so high, there are still hundreds who are terrified to rebel.

North rolled her shoulders, getting an ache out of them before speaking. "I can understand them, but without more people we are kind of stuck in the current situations." Josh nodded sadly, and Connor couldn't help but ask, despite knowing he could check his memories; "How did you know the speech didn't go well?"

North let out a loud and short laugh, pointing her knife towards the bedroom. "It's cause anytime something doesn't go well, Markus just has to fuck out his anger by using Simon. Not that Simon hates it." She indicated by hitting her boot against the door and Simon letting out another loud moan.

Connor felt himself heat up slightly, his cheeks getting warm. He could have found that answer himself but he couldn't stop himself from blurting out the question. "Forget I asked..." He muttered. North and Josh both chuckled. "Well you can't blame them, we all need some sort of release, if it works for them I am not complaining. They tend to be quiet anyway, unless to help prove my point." North said, turning her attention back to her wood.

Among the five of them, only Josh was outside of the Sub/Dom roles, having been made before Cyberlife decided to make them. At times he wished he was either of them, just so he could really understand the pain of it all, especially in North's case. Luckily for everyone, she didn't bring up her past almost at all, wanting to ignore it.

Connor knew he had just woken up a few hours ago in Cyberlife's headquarters, but the long walk home had tired him out, so he said goodnight to the two and laid down on his side, shutting off his systems and going into resting mode.

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A few hours later his systems alerted him that it was time to get up, and Connor slowly sat up, letting his body come back online and blinking the groggy feeling out of his eyes. As Connor came to, he glanced around, noticing that North and Josh were both asleep in the floor, but the bedroom door was open and Markus and Simon were talking to each other in hushed tones.

Connor stood up, adjusting his jacket and tie to make himself presentable, and ducked his head in front of the bedroom door, saying good morning to the duo. Markus only gave him a small nod in response, but Simon returned the greeting.

Connor turned and quietly left the apartment, determined to make his way to the police station on a timely manner. Connor was never late of course, he always made sure to arrive early. And early he did arrive, so early that the chief himself was barely getting out of his car, coffee in hand and a yawn pulling at his lips.

"Good morning sir, my name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cyberlife and my previous employer over at the Northern Police Distr-" the chief, Jeffrey Fowler raised his hand up to silence Connor.

"Yes.. I was informed about you, and I am glad you came.. but please do not talk so quickly so early in the morning."

Connor dipped his head in understanding. "Forgive me chief." Jeffrey just dismissed him, walking past to head into the station, with Connor silently on is heels.

Connor followed him up to his desk, unsure of where the chief wanted him placed. Often he was told to stand in a corner until he was needed, and there were days he wasn't needed at all. Despite that however, the state still paid him, so he did not mind.

Jeffrey took a big gulp of his coffee and sat down, exhaling deeply. "Alright.. Connor. We have need for an investigator android such as yourself, there have been more cases of red ice dealers and unfortunately we have not been able to crack down on their location."

Connor forced himself to stay still, his arms crossed behind him, despite his excitement to be working on an actual case. He was often used simply for the database he was able to access, often just filing away digital paperwork and working long hours at a desk that his supervisor did not want to do themselves. He never had the chance to be out there often, and the few times he was he was used as a shield by the humans that inevitably got him killed.

'At least I had been useful...' Connor thought, though it hurt.

"I would be honored to assist." Connor spoke slowly, keeping his excitement contained. Jeffrey nodded. "Good. There have been more cases that I had to put on my team, but the red ice case was put on my lieutenant, who had done such a case in the past, but is having a bit of... trouble doing it this time. So you will help him."

Connor couldn't help the small smile that escaped his lips. He knew it was Hank and he was excited to be able to work under him, what are the chances?

"Yes sir." Connor cleared his throat and agreed, hoping to not give himself away. Jeffrey waved a hand at him, dismissing him. "He probably won't be in for a while, if at all today. He tends to show up only when he wants to, but feel free to wait at his desk until he does."

Connor ducked his head slightly before leaving the office and searching for Hank's desk.

It was rather easy to find, most of the desks had small trinkets that their owner's enjoyed, a few potted plants, some pictures of family or of pets, little drawings made by their children, and so on. Hank's had nothing on it, nothing but his computer and his small name plate sitting there.

Connor sat down quietly at the desk, running his fingers along the name plate, unsure as to why his name alone sent a tingle up Connor's spine. Connor was feeling things he had never felt before, and even after running a diagnostic test, he was unable to determine the source.

It was many hours later before the station's glass doors slid open and Hank finally walked in. The station was already bustling with activity from other workers and their partners, and Connor was desperate to work but did his best to sit there calmly.

At the site of Hank though, he felt himself at a loss for words. The older man was incredibly attractive, his gray hair framing his face rather wildly, probably due to not brushing it before coming in. He looked not as well kept as his profile picture had shown, but no matter to Connor, he felt a pull towards the man and couldn't resist it.

Connor stood up, straightening out his tie and reaching into his pocket to toy with the coin, suddenly anxious. Hank did not even notice him until he got closer, and when he did he scowled. "Who the hell are you?"

Connor cleared his throat, "Hello sir, my name is Connor, I am the android sent by Cy-" Hank growled, storming away before Connor could finish. He flung open the chief's door and walked into his office, pointing towards Connor and yelling at him, but those words were muffled by the thick glass that separated the chief from the rest of them.

Connor's heart sank, he had worried Hank would not be pleased with an Android partner, and his worry had proven correct. In other cases when Connor had been hated and shoved to the side, he had not mind; use to the hatred humans cast towards a being that possessed more skills than them.

This was different, Connor was desperate for Hank's approval, desperate to please him, and it ached hard enough to make him shake as he feared the worse.

He heard more yelling, before Hank slammed open the door and left Jeffrey's office, glaring at Connor that made him shiver harder.

Hank noticed this as he got closer and he sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not going to kill you, so stop that damn shaking."

Connor nodded, trying hard to control his body. "I-I am sorry you are paired up with me... if you wish, I can talk to the chief about transfe-" Hank cut him off yet again. "Trust me, I want nothing more than that, but Jeff won't let me." He scowled in Jeffrey's direction and Connor felt his heart drop. Hank was going to be stuck working with him and he was going to hate every second of it. Connor didn't want that.

"I will stay out of your way sir.. I won't be any trouble and I will do my best to help in any way I can." Connor spoke, not meeting Hank's eyes, suddenly anxious at the thought of being sent away. He didn't want that.

"Shit.." Hank sighed loudly, a low growl deep from his throat that sent Connor shivering again, but not in fear.

"I really don't even want to look at your face..."

Connor nodded, his shoulder slumped. He had hoped he could convince Hank to be OK with androids again, or at the very least, OK with him. "I...I will go over in the corner, and if you need me I will be of service to you." Connor spoke quietly, dejected as he turned towards the opposite wall, where many non-deviant androids stood ready to be of help at anytime.

His hearing seemed to go out, it was muffled, a light ringing filled his head. Connor didn't understand what was wrong with him, he shook his head, trying to gather his bearings. It was unbecoming for an android of his standard to be acting so pathetic in front of the lieutenant. He couldn't get the ringing to stop, all he heard was muffled voices all around him.

'What is wrong with me?' Connor thought.

Then it hit him, all at once.

"WAIT." The deep command along with the thick voice pierced Connor's mind, and his entire body froze. His hearing returned, yet he could not move. He turned his head to look behind him, and Hank was standing at his desk, one hand slapped against the cool metal and his eyes directly on Connor. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized what he had done at the same time Connor's eyes widened.

Hank had released his glare.

And Connor had reacted.

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