~WARNING: Strong sexual adult-themed content ahead. You have been warned.~

~Hank~

Hank paced back and forth across the living room, he was not trying to make Connor uncomfortable but he could see that his pacing was not helping. Connor sat idly on the couch before going into the kitchen. He had not told Connor everything he had wanted to earlier. But he had gotten some things off his chest.

Kissing Connor had only made him want more. It was nice to find pleasure in something other than alcohol. He had been so moved by Connor's words that he had forgotten how it felt to be enamored with someone that he could form a cohesive thought. He never thought he would develop feelings for an android, but Connor was no ordinary android.

For years, he had hated androids. Blaming them for the reason humans refused to invest in one another, but now look at him. He was a walking contradiction. Humans did this to themselves.

Hank had no one to blame but himself. Ever since Connor saved him on the rooftop, Hank knew then he would not be able to stop what he was feeling. But it was more than just that, he liked how Connor made him feel on a daily. He was excited to get up in the morning and he was not just him and Sumo anymore.

Despite being off the case for a day, Hank had been on the phone with Ben for the majority of it. Each hour on the hour, Ben called Hank for update after update. Even Gavin eventually started chiming in.

"Okay," Hank replied, swiping to end his call. "They're on their way to Jericho."

"I heard," Connor replied, changing into more casual clothes.

Hank walked over to his record player, while Connor continued to dress. He stood there for a moment glancing over his shoulder as Connor changed. He had seen Connor unclothed before, but this time, he watched him tenderly. Connor was slender and otherwise perfect despite Hank calling him goofy looking on more than one occasion. Even Hank had to admit that Connor looked good in jeans.

Hank was using Connor as a distraction to keep him from placing a call to Fowler. He had been threatening to do so all day. He pulled out an old favorite from his stack of records, for an instance, they both seemed to melt away in the soulful melody that raptured the room. He watched as Connor bent down to pet Sumo, who was dozing off next to the couch, and smiled contently.

"Protect Hank for me," Hank heard Connor whisper to Sumo.

He grabbed his whiskey and sipped wondering what kind of plans Connor had.

"Where are you going?" Hank asked.

"I told you. I'm going to the orphanage." Connor replied, going into the bathroom to check his attire.

Hank followed him to the bathroom. Besides the form-fitting black jeans, Connor wore a blue oversized lightly checkered collard shirt. He watched as Connor brushed his temporal lobe where his LED used to be. Hank lingered behind him, perhaps Connor missed it, and he had read the situation wrong. Connor looked human now, more so with the new clothes.

"I'll go with you," Hank stated, leaning into the bathroom.

Hank looked him over twice before squinting as he observed Connor, who was using his index finger to ruffle his hair out.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I hate it," Hank replied, taking another long sip of his drink.

"Really?" Connor questioned, turning in the mirror as he tried to figure out what he had seen. "Should I change?"

Hank went to sit on the edge of the bathtub and stared. "I'm just fucking with you, Connor." He jested, adorning Connor's new messy brown hair.

"Perhaps, you should take it easy on the whiskey, Hank," Connor suggested, snatching the glass.

"Fuck that," Hank retorted, failing in retrieving it back.

Connor obnoxiously poured the contents of the glass down the drain to Hank's surprise. Hank could not help himself. He reached for Connor, who placed the empty glass into the sink, but failed at that too. He tried again, but Connor dodged, deflecting Hank with a cheeky grin that made his heart race.

For a moment, they tussled playfully in the bathroom, before Hank tripped over his feet and fell backward onto the toilet seat. Hank could not understand the shift in Connor's determined gaze, he felt mesmerized by his movements. Each one was so thought out and deliberate. As Connor placed his hands on Hank's shoulders, he glumped before Connor pinned him against the stool.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hank asked as Connor placed his legs on either side of him.

Hank felt flushed as Connor smiled silently at him. Hank slid forward covering up Connor's smile with his lips. He lost all control as his erection bulged from his jeans unapologetically. Hank was about to stop him, he had let his urgers take him over far too many times now. But the taste of Connor's tongue on his was intoxicating. He could not focus, he did not want to focus. He wanted to lose himself as he grabbed Connor's waist; slowly he manipulated it to his delight.

Hank moaned into Connor's mouth before pulling back to see Connor's eyes closed. He wanted to know everything, he wanted to feel everything, and he wanted to make him feel the way he did.

~Connor~

The taste of phenol with a hint of sweetness contrasted the saltiness he had tasted last night. A hint of smoke and rubber made him search the depths of Hank's mouth for more. More flavors to identify as he scavenged Hank's mouth for more. More sensations that he had yet to experience.

Hank's hardness served as confirmation that he was doing things right, he wanted to give Hank the satisfaction he craved. With his lips collecting every aroma that layered Hank's tongue, Connor unraveled in Hank's grasp. His hands ran the length of his back, over and over again as Hank stifled back moan after moan. It was when Hank began to tug at Connor's clothes, that he knew Hank was almost there.

Connor felt Hank slump back as his erection throbbed beneath him. With each thrust increasing in intensity, he watched with delight as Hank's eyes rolled back.

"Connor," Hank whimpered, gripping his waist for what Connor believed to be dear life.

Connor smirked as he stepped back and quickly began to unsheathe Hank's erection. His cock throbbed feverishly as Hank stared down at him confused. Connor did not hesitate, he took Hank's mass in his mouth and forced it deep into his throat. Hank cried out in sinful joy before placing his hands atop his head. He forced his dick deeper and deeper into his mouth.

Every inch of Hank's erection filled him as his tongue danced around the bass of his mouth to the tip of his cock. The harder he sucked, the harder Hank became until neither of them could withstand the pressure. Hank's thighs tightened as he tugged at Connor's hair. Sounds, he had never heard before, escaped Hank's mouth.

"I'm coming," Hank managed to warn him.

Connor did not care, he let Hank's cum fill him up. It tasted bitter and sweet. Though it had nowhere to go, it was the one sense that he was happy to have at his disposal. Connor collapsed to the floor as he wiped the saliva and cum from the corners of his mouth.

"I need to get going before visiting hours end," Connor stated as he stood.

Connor bent over the sink and washed his face. Then, he checked his attire one last time in the mirror and adjusted his collar. He also straightened out his shirt, which had become slightly wrinkled. He grabbed the glass from the sink and walked to the kitchen. He heard Hank stumble and grumble behind him.

"I'll just make another," Hank protested under his breath as Connor washed the glass.

Hank could barely stand or walk, Connor was entertained by how off-balance Hank appeared, he handed Hank a glass of water. He smiled as Hank downed the water.

"Drink more of that, please," Connor added, smoothing out his hair.

"I'm going with you," Hank stated. "Give me a minute."

Connor watched as Hank stumbled to his bedroom. It was a funny sight to see and he wondered if everyone experienced this feeling after cumming. His mind raced as the taste of Hank lingered on his tongue. He stood in the same spot in the kitchen until Hank emerged from his bedroom. He had changed clothes, probably for the better. Hank wore jeans and a black shirt, he grabbed a jacket from the coat rack and waited for Connor at the door.

"Be a good boy, Sumo." Connor petted him before rushing to Hank's side.

Hank rubbed the back of his neck as approached the driver's side of the vehicle.

"I'm driving," Connor said, rushing to the door and yanking the keys from Hank's grip.

It was quiet as Hank sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed. Sweat glossed his ruffled brow as Connor drove the ten miles to the orphanage. Hank was contemplating something with such ferociousness that tiny veins began to pop up in the corner of his hairline.

"Are you okay, Lieutenant?" Connor asked, feeling the atmosphere completely shift in the car.

~Hank~

Hank's blood rushed once again. A stupid reaction that he knew he could not hide from Connor. Shifting in his seat, he managed to body-block Connor from seeing the redness that clouded his cheeks. Not only was he embarrassed that he had enjoyed himself, but he was also turned on just thinking about it.

"I'm fine," Hank rotated his shoulders, attempting to rid himself of the pestering nerves that riddled his veins. Sitting up straight, he watched Connor from the corner of his eye. "I just need a minute." Hank sighed, forcing himself to face Connor.

"Did I do something wrong?" Connor asked.

Hank snapped his head toward Connor, who looked disappointed. "What!?"

"I thought..." Connor started. "Sorry Hank."

"Stop, Connor," Hank groaned, feeling even redder in the face than before. "What are you apologizing for? I wasn't looking for an apology."

"You seem upset. Your blood pressure is rising," Connor commented.

"Damn it, Con," Hank shouted. "Sorry."

Hank could not contain himself, he faced Connor, who had turned his focus to him instead of the roads.

"Shit...Connor...I just need another minute..." Hank stuttered, unsure of what he was trying to say.

"We never really talked about what happened at the bar," Connor started inquisitively. "I should have conducted myself more professionally in front of our colleagues. But I wanted you to know that I have no intention of leaving you. I wanted you to know that then and there."

Hank went silent for a moment, letting Connor's words sink in. Honestly, he had been afraid to admit that the thought of Connor leaving him had ripped him apart mentally. He wanted to express his feelings for Connor properly, but he still was not sure how to. Android or man, it did not matter, his heart raced as he imagined life without Connor.

"Fuck what happened at the bar," Hank finally said, covering his mouth as he looked away. "I've been to enough office parties to have dirt on everyone. You kissing me in front of Tina and Gavin is like throwing a twig into an already out of control fire." They chuckled. "I am feeling a little embarrassed that I fell asleep on you, and just now in the bathroom, I could not help myself," Hank whispered.

Hank could see Connor relax.

"I'll do better next time," Hank mumbled.

~Connor~

The words "next time" replayed loudly in Connor's mind. He snapped his head in Hank's direction. Their eyes met as the car came to a gentle stop. A lustful sigh escaped Connor's lips, and god he wished he could lean across the center console to kiss him all over again.

"If you don't mind me asking," Connor had one question on his mind. "How do you classify your sexual orientation?" He was curious.

"What does it matter?" Hank replied in a defensive tone. "Listen, I grew up in the late 80s and the 90s. Hell, I was married to a woman for five years. I like what I fucking like. If someone has a problem with that, they can take it up with the tip of my god damn revolver."

While it was not the response Connor had expected, somehow, it was the answer he needed. Labels were meant for produce and products, and he was neither of those things. He just wanted to hear it from Hank. He had parked the car directly in front of the orphanage building.

"Connor," Gail called from across the street, waving as she appeared to be returning from her smoke break.

Hank and Connor waved back as they crossed the street to meet her. Connor spiraled for a moment as his body shuttered. Whatever that AP700 model did to him was becoming more and more noticeable, the more he tried to conceal it.

"Back so soon," Gail questioned to their dismay.

"So soon? What do you mean?" Connor asked, twitching as he feared the possibility of her multiple responses.

"Seems neither of you can get enough of each other," she paused, eying them with a noticeable shroud of confusion. "You were just here a few hours ago."

Hank and Connor looked at each perplexed by her words. They followed her as she escorted them into the building.

"What time was this?" Hank asked, nearly yelling as he placed his hand on his gun holster.

"About eleven, I had just clocked out for my lunch break. Olivia let you in and escorted you out just as I was returning."

"Where's Olivia?" Connor shrieked as Gail pointed towards the garden. "She's with the toddlers."

Connor and Hank rushed to the glass doors as Gail hurried behind them. The doors slid open as they poured into the garden where Olivia pointed out the various insects living amongst the flowers.

"Connor, you're back," she smiled before encouraging the toddlers to go play. "What can I do for you?"

"This morning, Connor came to visit?" Hank stated as a question.

"Yes," she replied, cocking her head to the side. "Is there something wrong?"

"FUCK!" Hank groaned, pacing back and forth.

"Lieutenant!" Gail warned, motioning towards the children, who were still present.

"Olivia, that wasn't me. Have your memories been tampered with?" Connor asked as Gail's eyes widened.

"Surely not," Olivia exclaimed.

"Run diagnostics!" Connor commanded with eyes wide.

Hank and Gail watched flinching as Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her eyelids sputtered for several seconds.

"All systems are functional," Olivia responded robotically.

Connor noted the formality in her response and watched her as she turned her attention back to the children.

"Olivia, may I?" Connor retracted his skin, ready to probe her memory without a moment's delay.

Hank stepped between them, Connor could not discern why, but he obliged. Taking a step back as Olivia turned to Connor and Hank.

"Leave her," Hank ordered with a vigorous tone.

"I don't mind," Olivia stated, but Connor could see that Hank and Gail were uncomfortable.

"Nevermind," Connor concealed his white undershell before forcing a smile.

His attention was no longer preoccupied with the android, but instead with the infant who had been the target of the intrusion. He darted from the room, and headed upstairs, ignoring the footsteps of Hank and Gail behind him.

Connor's software instability stabilize for a moment as he stepped onto the infant floor. It was frighteningly quiet once again, leading him to think the worst of the worst. He scanned and scanned the environment, again realizing that too much time had passed. He carefully reconstructed the building in his mind as well as the surrounding blocks. There was no doubt that RK900 had been here. Connor had not realized how hard his thorium pump had been working until he received a power usage warning.

"Welcome, Detective Connor," a human greeted him.

Connor felt distinct dread swelling inside him. The same feeling he had experienced when Hank lay sprawled across the kitchen floor. He fought back the overwhelming sense of despair as he rushed to the doorway of Kairi's room. Several androids and humans stared at him with confusion as Hank called out to him.

There was only one window in the room and Connor moved against the light that peeked in between the blinds to catch a glimpse of Kairi. The eerie silence only added to Connor's anxiety. Hank, who ran in behind him, appeared to feel it too, his face was drained of color as he ran to Connor's side.

Connor took three small steps to the right, and there she was, the precious angel that Connor had saved. He lowered his head in her crib, scanning and touching her gently as she cooed in her sleep. She was fine, but Connor was not as he began to cry.

"She's okay," Hank sighed, placing his hand on Connor's back.

Connor knew exactly what he wanted for the first in his short existence. He wanted a family, the kind of family that he had seen on poster boards, in movies, and on television. Markus had his family, Kara had hers, and he wanted much of the same and more.