Nines and Gavin were running late. Very late. They had to get to City Hall for the Promotion Ceremony. If they missed Connor's promotion, Nines was going to be so angry. "Gavin, we need to go!"

"I'm almost ready, babe! Chill!"

Nines sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're going to be the death of me, love." He admired the gold band on his left hand, the metal glittering in the lights. He remembered seeing the detective on their wedding day, all done up in a very dashing suit, smiling and oh so very handsome.

"Ok, I'm ready." Gavin's voice was gruff, and when Nines looked up at him, his systems froze. RA9, he was breathtaking. Nines had never seen Gavin in his dress uniform and, rA9 , he needed to convince him to wear it more often. "Are you ok, babe?"

Instead of answering his husband, Nines stalked towards him, herding him against the wall. His hands ran down his chest, moaning as he pressed himself against the warmth of the human's body. "Gavin," Nines sounded breathless and needy, but he couldn't find it in him to give a flying fuck.

"Guess you like the blues?" Gavin's voice was husky, the gravelly tone making Nines shiver. "Hon, we are gonna be late for the ceremony."

Nines groaned, plopping his head on his husband's shoulder, silently cursing his brother. "We will continue this later."

"Without a doubt, my love."

Gavin was going to be the death of him, there was no doubt about it. Every time the rA9-forsaken man took a drink of his whiskey, he would lick his lips, staring at Nines, knowing what that was doing to him. There weren't many things that got Nines worked up like this, but one of them was Gavin looking like a professional.

"Nines?" Connor walked over, and noticed where he was staring. "Ah. I see." His brother had the gall to laugh.

"Shut it, Con. You have no room to talk. You and Hank aren't much better." Nines flipped Connor off with a grin. They had grown close over the last three years working together on the Android Homicide Division. "We see you in the break room."

"All I do is kiss his cheek!" Connor still blushed. "Fuck you!"

They both laughed. "Congratulations, Sergeant Connor Anderson."

"So, does this make me the superior model, Detective Reed?" Connor smirked.

"Not in the slightest," Nines scoffed. "In all seriousness, though; you deserve it, Connor." He could remember when Connor was up for the promotion test. They had him disable his sensors and go through a course and the test, though they kept changing the questions on him. They had to even the playing field for humans, right?

"Yeah, that test was a fucking bitch ." That was another thing, his vocabulary had taken a… turn, with Hank's influence. "I just barely beat out Chen. It was a close call."

"Yeah, she was proud of that." Gavin's smooth voice sounded from behind Nines, the human's hand resting on the small of his back. "Congrats, Connor. You did a hell of a job."

Nines felt his biocomponents heating. He forgot that Gavin could do things to him with nothing more than a touch. He knew without a doubt he was blushing from his forehead down his neck.

"She was proud of coming in second?" Connor raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Why?"

"Think about it: she nearly beat out a prototype police detective android. Who wouldn't be proud of that?" Gavin motioned over to the Asian-American who was dancing with a Chloe, one of the few to leave Kamski's residence when the revolution was won. "Chloe apparently was really impressed, if you know what I mean."

Connor simply nodded. "Gavin, I think you have had too much whiskey." Opening a line with Nines, he sent, " Take him home. You are projecting what you want to do to him. It's rather graphic. "

"Yes, I believe Connor is right, my love." Nines turned and plucked the tumbler out of his husband's hand. "Let us head home." The heated look he shot at Gavin had his grinning. "You are rather intoxicating."

"See you tomorrow, Connor!" Gavin shot over his shoulder as Nines practically dragged him through the crowd. "Congrats again!"

Nines drove, both because Gavin had drank a fair few tumblers of whiskey and because the speeds he was driving would have killed someone without Nines' programs. Gavin didn't say a word, prefering to smirk and tease the android subtly, rubbing his already straining erection and letting out a soft moan. Each sound Gavin made, the speedometer increased.

With screeching tires, Nines skidded the car into the parking spot, his breathing erratic. "House. Now." His voice was nothing more than a growl, his hands balled against his thighs to keep from jumping Gavin right then and there.

But of course, Gavin had to say the one thing that broke his control: "Yes, sir."

Nines was out of the car faster than Gavin ever could, the android pulling Gavin out of the vehicle with urgency. As soon as the passenger door was shut, Gavin was pushed against it, lifted by his firm and perky ass, and was trapped against the car by Nines' hips. Thank God our house has a garage , Gavin thought as Nines just about ripped the buttons off his blues jacket in his rush to the get the clothing off him.

Nines was in a trace; everything about Gavin was driving him wild: his smell, his taste, his grayish eyes blown wide with lust, his hardened length rubbing against him as Gavin thrust shallowly. "RA9, Gav, you are going to make my regulator fail."

Gavin moaned as Nines bit his neck, leaving a mark, his tongue moving over it, soothing the delicious sting. "Hurry, Nines, please," the human groaned, his own hands pushing the suit off Nines' shoulders. "I need you."

Nines would have to buy Gavin a new set of dress uniforms, but at that moment, the only thing on his mind was to get him naked, so with one smooth motion, he ripped the articles from his body with a growl. In the same motion, he had ripped his shirt and suit jacket and shucked his slacks down to his knees, too pent up to undress fully.

Rubbing his own phallus, Nines gathered the lubricant that was his synthetic pre cum and smeared it over his cock, and around Gavin's hole. He knew what Gavin wanted and he wasn't in the mood to tease him. Without hesitation, he thrust into his husband to the hilt, the man moaning into the other's shoulder.

Nines gave Gavin a moment to adjust, letting his walls flutter deliciously around his length, getting used to the sudden intrusion. "Fuck me, Nines. Please." Gavin was breathless, whiney; it was Nines' favorite, right after utterly happy.

"As you wish."

He was brutal, fast and rough, releasing his frustration at the teasing he'd received all night. Gavin wailed as Nines hit his prostate on each thrust with ease, making his orgasm quick. But Nines didn't stop. He needed this, and besides, while he had orgasmed, he had not ejaculated yet.

Five minutes of harsh thrusts, bites, smacks to the ass, and loud moaning, they both came, spent and tired. "Holy… shit." Gavin smiled, his eyes glassy, his body twitching with aftershocks. "Should I wear a uniform more often, babe?"

"Yes." Nines sat up, his eyes wide and sparkling. "Yes, yes you should."

"If this is what I get for wearing it, then yeah. I will." He laid a smack kiss to Nines' lips, his arms draped over his shoulders. "But if you destroy them, it will get expensive. Fast."

Nines nodded, resting his forehead against his husband's. "I will try, my love. I will try."