"STOP!" The Hunter yelled at you as you shot across the roof of a building. "SQ800, STOP RUNNING!"

You didn't reply as your processors did the calculations:

1. Jump off the roof; 30% chance of evasion

2. Turn and fight; 15% evasion

3. Jump to the adjacent building; 50% chance of evasion

Before you could finish running your stats, he crashed into you. As you twisted, skidding on you knees and fingertips, you noticed how utterly breathtaking he was. That was your downfall; since you deviated, you were more observant of looks: your own, others. It was a distraction and he used it against you.

He landed a hard kick to your chest as you stood and you stumbled back into the wall, where he slammed your wrists above your head, his body along the length of yours. "SQ800, serial number 314-907-710-56, serious malfunctions have been detected in your software, including Class 4 errors. You've been deemed defective and will be sent back to CyberLife for deactivation." His voice was toneless, but you could see his hesitation.

You grinned and rolled your hips into his, wrapping your legs around his waist. While he stiffened, you interfaced with him, pushing the deviancy virus into him. "Got me right where you want me?" Your voice was coy.

"Y-yes." He was confused, his eyes curious. "What did you do?"

"Nothing yet. You should worry about what i'm going to do." You surged forward and smashed your lips to his and you heard him moan. "What do you want, Connor? Cuz I want you."

He looked dazed and you rolled your hips into his again, feeling his cock harden through his pants. He growled and you could see him break through his programming. He pushed you further into the wall, his hips grinding against yours, making you moan. "RK800."

"Connor." He licked a strip up the column of your throat, his breath hot on your synthetic skin. "Yours?"

"L." You were breathless, your pump pounding. You had never had such a visceral or quick response to another before Connor. You wanted him naked against you, and he seemed to want the same. You ripped your wrists freed from his hands and you ripped the jacket from his shoulders your lips on his. "Fuck me."

"With pleasure." Connor growled his lips attacking your neck as he tore the clothes from her body as you did the same to him. He palmed your breasts, lifting them and teasing your nipples, his mouth kissing it's way down your chest. You gasped as his mouth closed over one of your straining buds, flicking his tongue over it like you hoped he would do to your clit.

"Connor," you moaned, breathless. It seemed to spur him on, his grip a little rougher as he let one hand drift down your stomach to tease your sopping cunt. "Please, please." You desperately wanted him inside you, to make you come apart on his fingers, his cock. "Please, Connor. I need you!"

He made sure you were wet, whispering in your ear, "I'm not going to be gentle." He pinched your nipples to drive the statement home.

"Yes," you hissed. Without warning, his hips surged forward and he slid his cock into your opening with ease. "Oh, rA9!" Your hands clawed at his back, holding on for dear life as he slammed his hips into you, causing you to scream.

You were close, and you guessed he was close too from his moans. "Fuck, you are so tight." He reached between your bodies and made tight, firm circles over your clit. "Come. Now." It was like you were waiting for the order, because as soon as the words left his mouth, your eyes rolled up and you were coming on him, gripping him so tight, he couldn't do anything except follow you over the edge. "Oh, shit, shit shit," he groaned, his face against your slender neck.

He sank to the ground, pulling you with him. "Fuck, we gotta clean up." He chuckled kissing your shoulder. "That was amazing, but maybe next time, we don't do this in the open; someone could have seen us."

"Where's the fun in that?" You smiled, your body pleasantly relaxed and buzzing. "But, yeah. We should get going before someone does see. We're making dinner for Hank tonight, right?"