The NA200 stood patiently at the counter as Mai mixed the drinks he'd ordered. It was late afternoon, and he'd been sent for a second round of coffee after their most recent meeting. It was a routine of theirs. The humans had said it was a difficult day, but the work had seemed as simple as always to the NA200. He wasn't sure why humans found it so tiring. He and Yasuhara had acted as translators throughout a successful meeting with their Japanese partners. It had been done via video-link, with the NA200 often interfacing with the computer to bring up new data and exchange information.

"I'm glad you like the pin enough to wear it," Mai said brightly as she foamed up the milk. The NA200 raised his head to look at her as she spoke and she almost fumbled. He was so handsome, and his eyes were such a deep shade of blue. He blinked as he processed her words, looking through various etiquette programs for a suitable response. His first thought had been to state that he neither liked nor disliked it since he was a machine, but his search suggested this would be a poor social response.

"It was a thoughtful gesture," he stated instead, watching Mai beam in response. His search suggested that she looked pretty as she smiled. Her lips had widened to show her teeth and her cheeks had gained an attractive shade of pink. Her pupils had dilated. Sexual interest. Her heart rate had spiked. Sexual interest. He could also see her hands were unsteady as she poured his drinks. He'd noticed this happened whenever he gave her his direct attention. He watched as she packed the cups carefully into a paper bag before handing them over. He confirmed the payment before heading for the door.

"Oh, wait!" Mai called, her heels tapping loudly as she hurried out from behind the counter. He had everything he'd ordered, and he had paid. He processed the familiarity of the situation. This had happened just the other day when she'd given him the pin. Humans would call this déjà vu. She had another cup in her hand. The NA200 processed this information as she held it out to him. He was uncertain of her intention as he tilted his head.

"I believe you are in error. My order is complete." He knew that he was holding all the drinks he'd ordered. He'd watched her pack them as she did every day. She'd never made a mistake before. Mai seemed a little shy as she insisted on handing him the warm cup. He looked down, analysing the beverage. It was hot, but it wasn't coffee. He raised an eyebrow as he realised it was thirium. No human would be able to drink this, at least not without a sore stomach afterwards.

"I wanted to make something for you…Will you try it?" Mai asked hopefully, as her fingers bunched in her frilled apron. The NA200 processed the request. It wasn't his scheduled refuelling time. He had no need for thirium at that moment. It wouldn't damage him though, even if it had been heated. He cross-referenced social responses. It would be rude to turn down a free drink when it had already been prepared.

"Very well," he replied before raising the cup to his lips and sipping. He wasn't hesitant, but he was aware of the heat and the sensitive sensors in his mouth. He couldn't be hurt and the heat probably wouldn't damage him, but caution was always advisable. He swallowed, tilting his head as he thought up a response. "You have…heated and foamed the thirium." It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. It had a thicker, creamier texture than usual. She had likely heated it using the barista machine the same way she would a latte.

"Do you like it? Is it good?" she asked hopefully. The NA200 considered his response. He had no concept of pleasant or unpleasant. He also didn't experience likes or dislikes the way humans did. Socially, he knew he had to give her some form of response. He searched up possibilities that would allow him to remain polite while answering honestly.

"The integrity of the base chemicals remains uncompromised by the heating process," he reported, unsure anyone had ever tried heating thirium before. He wondered if she'd researched it at all, or whether she'd simply taken the chance and heated it on impulse. Luckily, the chemicals within thirium weren't that reactive in small amounts. Mai looked thoughtful as she turned over his response, unsure whether that was good or bad. "Your consideration is appreciated," the NA200 added politely, watching Mai beam as she opened the door for him and waved as he left. He returned to the office, the paper cup held in his hand. It was warm. Forty-six degrees.

"You're back!" Yasuhara called excitedly as he hurried over to the NA200's desk, desperate for his next caffeine fix. The NA200 said nothing as he stepped behind his desk and sat. Yasuhara was part way through handing out the drinks when he noticed the steaming cup sitting beside his keyboard. "Hey Kaz, what's that?" he asked curiously as he leaned over it, knowing the NA200 wouldn't have bought it himself. He wasn't programmed to do things like that. Mel and Jeanette were drawn over by the comment, seeing more gossip on the horizon. It was certainly unexpected.

"It is…an android beverage," the NA200 replied thoughtfully, unsure of the right name for it. Mai hadn't named it. Hot thirium would have sufficed, but he was unsure that quite covered it. His internal analysis confirmed that nothing had been added to the thirium at all, despite its frothy consistency. Yasuhara leaned down and sniffed it curiously, drawing back from the chemical smell with a grimace. He stepped back as he raised an arm over his nose.

"Gross! You actually enjoy that?" he asked incredulously, glaring at the girls as they laughed at him outright. The NA200 tilted his head and looked up at Yasuhara curiously. Yasuhara always seemed to forget that he was synthetic. He'd often ask for his personal thoughts, feelings and opinions on things where he had no programming in place that allowed him to do so. It left him somewhat socially limited, but perhaps that was something that Cyberlife would alter in the next model.

"I am incapable of enjoyment. Miss Taniyama simply handed me the beverage and asked that I accept it." Mel and Jeanette slowly came closer to look at the cup. They could see a light blue froth on the plastic lip of the cover where the NA200 had drunk some of it earlier. There was no evidence on his lips though. Mel nudged the cup towards the NA200, who looked up at her questioningly. Her big eyes were half lidded as she prodded the cup. Sexual interest. She leaned her shapely hip on the edge of his desk in an almost enticing manner.

"I've never seen you drink before…It would be rude to waste the thirium, too," she added hopefully, watching the NA200 process her words before nodding his agreement. He took her words as an order and raised the cup to his lips. All three humans watched as he sipped the drink before replacing it on the desk. He looked at them quietly for comments or further instructions. They all seemed thoughtful and somehow pleased.

"You know…it's kind of nice. It feels like you're one of the team," Yasuhara decided as he lounged on the edge of the NA200's desk with his own drink. He was often casual like this with the NA200. He would put himself in his personal space. The girls teased Yasuhara about his sentimentality, but he was firm in his feelings as he waved an arm at the NA200. "Well, it is! We always eat and drink, and Kazuya just sits there and works…So, is it made of blue-blood?" he asked curiously as he looked at the NA200.

"It is thirium. I believe it has been heated using the same method as the milk in your coffee," the NA200 replied simply, assuring Yasuhara that it didn't change the chemicals or affect his systems any differently. Thirium was thirium, whether it was hot or cold. Yasuhara paused as he noticed Mr Royce heading their way to collect his afternoon coffee. He remained close to the NA200, knowing Mr Royce would say something for sure.

"Are we buying it drinks now?" Mr Royce huffed incredulously as he looked down at the cup beside the NA200's keyboard. The NA200 didn't look at him, following Yasuhara's previous instructions of keeping to his work as much as possible when Mr Royce was around. The NA200 froze as Mr Royce lifted the cup, his LED circling yellow. Yasuhara noticed and stepped closer, almost assuringly. He knew androids couldn't feel nervous, but something was certainly happening. A yellow LED was a common sign of stress or system errors, an automated response to danger.

"Not at all! The girl at the coffee shop decided he deserved a treat!" Yasuhara supplied brightly as Mr Royce looked at the blue rim of the cup in mild disgust. Yasuhara plucked it from his hand, replacing it with the Americano he'd come to collect. "What harm does it do? It's just a little extra blue-blood, nothing to overload his systems!" he added cheerfully, watching Mr Royce sigh in defeat as he accepted his coffee and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Don't you think this is going a bit far? He's a service computer, not some…plastic boy-toy!" he insisted with an undertone of annoyance. Yasuhara thanked whatever God there was that the NA200 didn't correct Mr Royce on that point, as he had Jeanette the other day. He wasn't sure what Mr Royce would say if he found out the NA200 had a Traci setting. "I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. That thing is company property. I don't want it being tampered with!" Yasuhara quickly tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation.

"I'm sure it's just a girl with a bit of a crush! She'll probably move on in a few weeks!" he added in a placating tone. Mr Royce stalked off with a grumble. Yasuhara watched him go with a relieved thumbs up to the NA200, who returned the gesture. He spent the next few minutes alternating between typing and drinking the hot thirium. When it was finished, he left the cup on his desk, just sitting beside the keyboard where he could see it. He was aware that it should be placed in the recycling bin, but something in his system opted to keep it there a while longer. He continued to type until the humans left, one by one. Soon he was alone in the large office, and only looked up as Mr Royce entered.

"Christ, can't you even clean up after yourself?" My Royce huffed as he looked at the empty cup on the NA200's desk. He still hadn't thrown it away. Since no one had instructed him to remove it, he'd simply left it there, where he could see it. His LED span yellow for a moment before he reached for the empty cup. There was nothing special or defining about it. There was no reason for it to remain in his workspace.

"My apologies, Sir," the NA200 stated as he got to his feet and crossed to the recycling bins. He stopped as he felt a body press up behind, standing perfectly still as a large hand slowly trailed up his outer thigh. His LED span yellow as he gazed vacantly at the wall ahead. It seemed Mr Royce wished him to remain as he was, so he stood still as he continued to explore. Large hands squeezed his slim hips and stroked down the delicate curve of his rump. Mr Royce pressed closer, his crotch resting against the NA200's tailbone.

"You know, they certainly make you look like plastic toys," Mr Royce rumbled in the NA200's ear. If he were human, he would likely have reacted somehow. The breath on his neck could be considered invasive and unpleasant. The NA200 would have stepped away or pushed him back, but he simply awaited instructions. "I read your manual…Interesting functions you have," Mr Royce purred as he tugged the NA200's shirt collar with his teeth. The NA200 dutifully looked over his shoulder, blue eyes showing nothing but obedience.

"Would you like to initiate a sexual encounter, Sir?" He gave no reaction as Mr Royce almost scoffed at the question. The NA200 turned fully to face him, automatically leaning back to look upwards as his tie was tugged lightly. Mr Royce was wearing a charcoal suit today, dirty green eyes roving over the NA200's younger body greedily. He was almost two heads taller than the NA200, and would likely have been quite strong if he worked out at all. As it was, he was slightly out of shape. His age was starting to show in the few wrinkles around his eyes and his slowly balding crown.

"Sure…I'll take you for a spin," Mr Royce replied in an almost amused tone before dragging the NA200 across to his own desk. The NA200 quickly caught himself over the edge as he was shoved down roughly. He held himself up on his elbows, making no move to stop Mr Royce as he reached down and tugged his belt loose. The standard issue uniform trousers and pants were impatiently tugged down to his knees. The NA200 activated his internal lubrication protocols, LED flashing yellow as Mr Royce's fingers entered his rectal passage in one fluid motion. "Oh? You like that?" Mr Royce teased as the NA200 let out a small gasping sound and arched his spine.

The NA200 allowed his sexual subroutines to activate, dealing out the appropriate physical and verbal responses. Mr Royce's preparation wasn't a requirement, but the NA200 accepted the exploratory touches with the appropriate hip grinding and whimpers. It was a curious experience. He had never activated his sexual subroutines before. His internal system was encouraging him with positive feedback. Mr Royce continued to search until he found a pleasure centre, which made the NA200 moan wantonly as positive feedback flooded his system. He felt hot, stale breath on his neck as Mr Royce leaned down and forced his chest against the wooden desk. Stale coffee and cigarette smoke. A human would have found the position uncomfortable. Mr Royce asked again if he liked it, apparently expecting validation.

"Yes, Sir! Please, I need more!" the NA200 part-gasped and part-moaned, following a pre-programmed pattern of responses. He stared down at the wooden surface, his thighs jerking against the edge sharply as Mr Royce finally entered with one smooth thrust. The NA200 gasped and shuddered at the feedback that had wrought. Mr Royce groaned long and low against his neck. He murmured in his ear, telling him how tight he was, how wet, how he felt better than any of his old sex toys. The NA200 continued to follow his programming, moaning and begging for more. He jerked his hips back, pleasuring Mr Royce as he tightened the artificial muscles of his passage. He gained a spank of approval, jerking with each slap of the man's hips against his rump. Each touch was sending a jolt of positive feedback through his body. He was doing well. He was pleasing Mr Royce.

"Guess you're more useful than I thought," Mr Royce almost mocked as he finally pulled out, enjoying the sight of the NA200's smaller, half-naked body bent over the desk with white streaks leaking down his things. The NA200 heard a phone's picture function as he remained slumped. "Clean yourself up," Mr Royce ordered in an almost disgusted tone before leaving. The NA200 voiced his obedience before heading to the restroom to obey his last order. Looking up, he could see his LED spinning between yellow and red in the mirror.