A/N: A new chapter, hope you enjoy!

After It All

Claire pushed his pastel pink hair out of her eyes. She turned her head around as she inspected her dying job in the bathroom vanity. She nodded at her handywork and hoped that Ralph liked it, he seemed to like her wearing pink, so she had that going for her. She gave her hair one last rub with the towel before throwing it into the wash basket. She then left the bathroom to find Ralph, she found him out on the balcony tending to the garden.

"Hey Ralph." She said as she slid the door open.

Ralf looked up from the fuchsia that he was pruning, his mouth hung open as he took in the sight of her. She found herself looking away uncomfortably, did he not like it. She froze as his fingers touched the pink locks. She looked up at him and found him rolling the hair in his fingers as he took in the sight of it, his eyes swept over her face and hair. His other hand put down his sectaries a and reached to her cheek.

"Why does Claire change her hair so frequently?"

Claire's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Ralph continued to play with her hair. "When we met, when you saved me, you had brown hair, then you were blonde, now you've changed it to pink, why?" he tilted his eyes as he watched her.

"Well…" Claire began, thinking about her answer. "Brown is my natural colour, I went blonde when I was with Adam because he constantly talked about how much he liked blondes… and the pink.. well…" she looked away as her cheeks turned pink.

Ralph frowned at her, what was wrong? He stroked her cheek and lifted her face to meet his. "And pink?" he asked.

Claire licked her dry lips, an action which Ralph watched. "…and I picked pink, because of you, you always like me wearing pink, so when I decided to change my hair, I saw the colour box and thought 'why not?'" she fiddled with her fingers nervously as she talked.

"Ralph does like the colour, it suits Claire." He stroked her cheek before he leaned forwards to kiss her lips. Claire leaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Ralph likes it lots." He kissed down her neck and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Being a gardening model, his had an adequate sense of smell, so he inhaled her scent.

Claire pressed against him and let out a shaky breath. "Bedroom?" she let out a shriek of laughter as he lifted her. Her legs wound around his waist and her laughter filled the apartment as he ran her to the bedroom.

XXX

"Are you sure?" Simon asked with unease as they walked towards Carl's house.

Markus stopped walking and gave Simon a sidelong look. "Are you worried?"

Simon looked away embarrassed. "What if he doesn't like me?" he looked back when he heard Markus let out a chuckle. "What?"

Markus squeezed Simon's hand before wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His eyes glittered as he took amusement in what Simon had said. "You'll be fine." He reassured. "You make me smile, he'll love you just for that." He leaned down and kissed Simon on the forehead. "You do more than make me smile, you know?"

Simon felt a smile tug at his lips, he tilted his head and brushed his lips against Markus'. "I'm glad…" he said quietly. "…glad that I amuse you." He gave the lips another peck before moving back and straightening himself. "Let's meet your Dad."

Markus smiled and guided him to the front door. He rang the doorbell. He had access to the house, he could have just walked in, but he felt that, given what he was doing and who he had brought with him, that it would have been better for him to ring the doorbell. The door opened and the android aid gestured for them to come in.

"He's upstairs, I'll let him know that you're here." He walked to the stairs. "You can wait in the living room." With that said, he proceeded up the stairs to get Carl ready.

Markus put his hand on Simon's back and led him to the main room. He watched with a smile as Simon's eyes widened at the sight of the room. When Simon looked at them questioningly he nodded and watched softly as Simon began to walk around the room, taking in the sights of the objects around him. While Simon looked at the Giraffe, Markus found himself standing before the piano. Memories of playing it flashed through his mind. His fingers ghosted over the keys and before he could stop himself, he was sitting at the piano playing. His eyes closed as he pushed the keys, the soothing melody of his song filled his ears.

"You're playing has changed…" Markus' eyes opened and he saw Carl sitting in his chair, by the Piano, watching him intently. His eyes, quickly switched to Simon who was watching him with a wide-eyed expression. He looked back at Carl.

"Carl." Markus rose from the piano and held Carl's hand in greeting. "You're looking well, I'm glad." He smiled at Carl before he rose and looked at Simon. "I want you to meet Simon, Carl." He held a hand out to Simon who was frozen in place.

Carl looked over at Simon. "Oh! So this is the famous Simon." He looked back at his carer android. "Alan, can you please take me to Simon?" the android, Alan, nodded and pushed him to Simon who looked quite terrified, it was quite amusing to Markus. Carl stopped in front of Simon and he held a hand out to him. "Markus talks about you often, it's wonderful to meet you."

Simon slowly reached out and took the offered hand. "I am glad to meet you, Markus has told me about you- he really loves you."

Carl smiled. "I hope it's all good things," he placed his other hand atop of his and Simon's joined hands. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He said warmly and squeezed the androids hand.

Simon felt his lips turned into a smile, and he squeezed the hand back.

XXX

"It looks like the victim was stabbed three times in the chest and another fifteen in the back." Connor commented as he kneeled beside the body of one, Michael Turner, aged forty. His body had been discovered by a concerned neighbour four hours earlier.

Hank crossed his arms and looked around the house. It was low class and had not been cleaned for what seemed to be years. Michael had been a hoarder, garbage and appliances filled the floors and walls, his body had managed to land in the one clear floorspace. "That's what it seems.." Hank looked around, his face twisted into a disgusted sneer. "fucking hoarders, it fucking stinks in here."

Connor placed his fingers on some dried blood on the floor, he brought his finger to his mouth and analysed the blood. Michael had been dead for four days, and there were elements of red ice in his blood.

"Oh for fucks sake Connor!" Hank snapped as he watched his partner. "Stop putting evidence in your fucking mouth!"

Connor looked out at Hank who looked uncomfortable with every aspect of the situation. He understood, he knew how Hank felt about people who lived in their own filth. "The victim has been dead for four days and had been taking red ice."

"You didn't need to taste the fucking evidence to see that!" Clearly the smell and perhaps the claustrophobia from the hoarding, was upsetting Hank. "You kiss Adrian with that mouth! Go wash yourself!" Hank snapped.

Connor tilted his head in confusion. "I have a cleaning and sterilisation program that I will run at the end of the investigation."

"Well go do it then." Hank responded, when Connor did not move he gestured with his hands. "Go! We'll work out how he died after."

XSmutX

"Fuck Connor!" Adrian gasped. He was on his hands and knees on his bed, around his neck was Connor's belt. The belt tightened as Connor pulled on it, Adrian saw stars. "Yess.." he hissed.

Connor held onto Adrian's hip with one hand and the belt with the other while he maintained stable thrusts. Ever since their first night, he had developed a liking for the belt, and from the sounds that Adrian was making, he was not the only one who enjoyed the leather object. On their first night they had been gentle with the belt, light slaps, gentle wraps around the neck and the like, but now, now they were rough with it. It was actually Adrian who suggested that they use it more roughly, Connor had agreed to the suggestion. He loved the roughness. He loved the sounds that Adrian made as he was treated roughly, and he enjoyed being rough.

Adrian gasped and sped up his thrusts. His actions caused Adrian to cry out and reach down to touch himself. Connor smacked the human's thigh. "No." his voice was full of authority. He slapped the hand away and smacked the thigh again. He slowed his thrusts.

Adrian sobbed and grasped at the bed. "M-meanie…" he pouted.

Connor stopped. "What?" He tugged on the belt.

Adrian let out a whimper and tried to move, Connor's hand held him firmly in place. "C-Connor…" he begged, his voice hoarse. "please Connor.. please." His voice was desperate.

Connor eyed the sight before him. Adrian was dripping with sweat, his body shaking as he heaved in breaths, his eyes were closed and he waited in anticipation for Connor's next movement. Connor enjoyed the sight of Adrian with the belt wrapped around his neck, he enjoyed having complete control of the human. He briefly wondered why he enjoyed the sight of a human bound in an almost slave position. He wondered what that meant for his own psyche, but he decided that it probably did not matter, he and Adrian enjoyed their positions. Thoroughly enjoyed.

At Adrian's whimper, Connor was taken out of his thoughts. He gripped Adrian's hip tightly and angled his hips to the right position. "Hold on." He said firmly before thrusting with wild abandon. Adrian cried out at the angle change, his body shook at the pleasure that shot through him. Connor felt the tingle across his systems that indicated he was nearing his end, he continued to pound at the spot until he felt spasms wreak Adrian's body, it was at that moment that he finished. The two collapsing in a heap on the bed.

"Holy fuck." Adrian gasped as he slid the belt from his neck. He turned to Connor who was lying behind him. He leaned to place a kiss on the androids lips. "You are amazing." He nuzzled himself into Connor's shoulder. "I love you so much…" he sighed.

Connor kissed into Adrian's hair and wrapped his arms around the human. He was not sure what he should say in response to Adrian's words. He knew that he loved doing everything that he did with Adrian, he loved spending time with him, but did he love him? He did not know, when he thought about love, he knew that he loved Hank, a father, he loved Sumo. But did he love Adrian? He was unsure, he knew that what he felt for him was different than anything he had ever felt for any other. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a finger tapped his nose.

"You have that 'thinking' face." Adrian smiled. "It's okay. You don't have to say it back, I understand Connor."

Connor tightened his hold on the human in his arms. Adrian was so understanding, he was struck with guilt. He felt guilty, Adrian did not deserve him. He did not deserve to not have his affections returned.

X

Adrian sat up from the bed before instantly flopping back into the softness. "Oh god…" he groaned, rubbing his neck. "I feel so raw…" his voice sounded raw as well, Connor noted. Connor watched with keen eyes as Adrian flinched as he touched his neck. He scanned the neck and saw the beginning of bruising, he frowned.

"I am sorry." He said quietly, guiltily.

Adrian raised a brow. "Sorry for what?"

Connor touched Adrian's neck softly. "I have caused you harm. I shall endeavour to not do this again."

Adrian's laughter caused him to frown. He eyed the human with confusion, had he gone mad? His LED flashed yellow. Adrian patted his cheek fondly. "Only you would apologise for that." At Connor's confusion he elaborated. "You gave me the best fuck of my life, so good that I can't walk or move. You rocked my world and now you're apologising?" he leaned up and kissed Connor's lips. "You are amazing Connor, I love you."

Connor cupped Adrian's cheek. "You are beautiful." He said simply before kissing him.

A/N: A short chapter for the weekend, I hope you liked it!