WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES INCLUDING CHOKING AND BITING. GAVIN IS UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL WHICH IMPAIRS HIS JUDGEMENT DURING THIS CHAPTER.
There is also a scene where Gavin throws up in the toilet. If you're not comfortable with any of the above, please skip to the next chapter.
Side note: I am NOT support the act of taking advantage of someone who is either under the influence of drugs or alcohol. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as endorsement of such behavior.
Gavin slowly blinked a few times then attempted to shut the door in Richard's face but the android positioned his foot to stop the door from closing all the way. The detective groaned then tried slamming the door again.
"Detective!" Richard yelled, as he halted the door with his left forearm. Gavin didn't acknowledge his partner. The android's brows snapped together as he cocked his head, visibly upset by his colleague's unresponsiveness. "Get lost, p-plastic boy," the detective muttered, trying to maintain his balance. Richard forced the door open causing the shorter of the two to stumble back a bit. Just as the detective was about to shout at his partner, he noticed his cat, Cleopatra, comfortably lounging in RK900's right arm. Gavin gasped as he smeared his hands on his face, "Cleo! You smelly fool! Come give your father a hug," he extended his arms and puckered his lips. Richard restrained his colleague, puzzled by the detective's behavior. "What's gotten into you?" the machine looked to the brunette, confusion evident on his face.
Gavin giggled, "Nothing, tin can," he shooed, "Now, g-get outta here!"
RK900 analyzed the particles circulating in the air and found traces of ethanol. The machine glanced at his partner with concern, "You're intoxicated."
Gavin's jaw dropped, "Me?" he waved his hand dismissingly, "Nooooo."
"You're not acting like your usual self which makes me believe you are in fact in a drunken stupor, detective," Richard declared, evidently frustrated. "Oh, I'm sorry," Gavin expressed with hands on his hips, "I didn't know you were my fucking mother!" he yelled at his annoyed counterpart. "I mean, what the fuck are you even doing here anyway?" the detective crossed his arms over his chest, a hiccup escaping his throat in the process. "The Detroit Police Department received multiple phone calls in the past twenty minutes," Richard brought his hand to Cleopatra's head to stroke her soft fur, "Noise complaints from tenants on the first and second floor," he leered at the detective.
Gavin dragged the corners of his mouth into a frown, "And of course fuckin' Fowler had to send you, huh?" he shook his head in disappointment, "Gimme back my cat, douchebag," he staggered to his partner and snatched Cleo out of his colleague's arms. "She was mewling behind the door when I got here," Richard stepped into the detective's apartment, walking into the brunette's shoulder as he entered, "maybe if you weren't listening to your atrocious music at such an unbearably high volume, you would have heard her calling out to you," the android bitterly stated, LED turning yellow. The detective let out an irritated chuckle, "Oh please do come in and make yourself at home," he said, eyes following the machine, "C-can't even drink without you gettin' all up in my face about it, you good for nothin' r-robot," the brunette stuttered as he swayed back and forth.
RK900 remained silent as he approached the stereo system. Gavin continued to stare at his counterpart through narrow eyes then laughed as revelation hit, "Ah, I see what this is really about," he sauntered toward the couch, "You're mad that I was mean to you back at the station," he smiled as he plopped himself onto the soft, cushiony sofa. Richard remained quiet, ignoring his colleague, as he lowered the volume of the music that was currently playing. Out of curiosity, the android analyzed the track and peered over his shoulder to observe a weary Gavin. Aerials by System of a Down was now softly emanating from the speakers. "There. That wasn't too hard now was it, detective?" Richard walked over to his partner, LED regressing back to blue. "Fuck..you," Gavin mumbled as his head slowly titled back. "You should go get some rest," the machine placed a hand on the detective's shoulder, "You've had a long day."
"Don't…don't tell me," the detective started to dose off, "What to do," he murmured as his eyelids felt heavier and heavier. After a few seconds, Gavin slumped against the cushions and feel asleep. The android let out a small sigh of relief knowing that his partner was safe. He turned to Cleopatra who was grooming herself on the coffee table, "Take care of your owner, little one," he looked to the drooling detective, "He's stubborn and ill-tempered but he's," Richard paused, slightly alarmed by where he was going with that sentence. Cleo looked up at the android with curious eyes. "He's not as insufferable as I was lead to believe," the machine concluded in a hushed tone.
The shorter of the two let out sounds of discomfort as he brought his head back to its original position. Richard turned to face the brunette with furrowed brows, "Detective?"
Gavin opened his eyes and analyzed his surroundings for a brief moment before contorting his face in agony. "What's wrong?" Richard asked with panicked cadence. "I...I don't," Gavin sat up straight and placed his hand on his mouth, "I don't feel good," he quickly got up from the couch but promptly fell to the ground. "H-help," the detective pleaded as he grabbed onto his partner's slacks. RK900 swiftly cradled the detective's arms and aided him in getting back up to his feet. "You've had too much to drink," the android declared as he helped his inebriated counterpart regain balance.
"I'm gonna throw up," Gavin grimaced as he clenched his stomach. "I'll take you to the restroom," Richard expressed as he guided his trembling partner down the carpeted hall. The android glanced down at the distressed detective and scanned his vitals. "You're dehydrated," Richard noted as both men slowly made their way to the bathroom, "You need to empty as much alcohol out of your system as you can, detective," the android advised with worried eyes, "You're blood alcohol content is at a harrowing 0.23 percent."
The shorter of the two remained quiet as things went in and out of focus. "Just," he arched his brows inward, "Just fuckin' get me to the washroom," Gavin demanded as he tightly clutched onto his partner's uniform.
Richard opened the door leading to the restroom and positioned the detective next to the porcelain toilet. "Stay here while I go fetch you some water," the machine stated as he walked out of the room and into the hallway. The detective gave an acknowledging groan as he lifted the toilet seat and placed his hands on the rim. Richard quickly marched into the kitchen and sifted through the cabinets for a glass before filling the cup with tap water.
As he was filling the cup, he noticed a broken cheval mirror in the living room, across the stereo system. The android placed the water on the coffee table and approached the mirror in an attempt to analyze what had happened. He looked to the ground to find the missing shards of the mirror—one stained with blood. Richard knit his brows together as he bent down and sampled the blood; it was that of Detective Reed's. The blood sample suggested that the detective was under the influence of alcohol at the time of the incident. The machine got up from his knelt position and scanned the large shattered area in the center of the long mirror, deducing it was likely caused by a strong punch. Richard took a step back and rendered the potential scene; a grainy silhouette of what looked like Gavin walked into the living room—he was breathing heavy and seemed angry. He walked past the mirror, stopped, then backed up toward the looking glass again. The detective stood there for a few moments before smashing the mirror, cutting himself in the process. Richard let out a perturbed sigh as he began to question his partner's mental stability.
He continued surveying the detective's apartment, expression changing to one of disgust as the android glanced at everything from the dirty dishes on the dining table to the dusty cabinets and fireplace in the living room. RK900 noticed a series of broken framed photographs that were face down on the mantelpiece. He approached the pictures, lifting them up to examine the individuals in the frame. Confusion crossed Richard's features as he noticed most of the people's faces in the photos were either scribbled out with marker or were completely torn off. Upon closer examination, Richard gathered that Gavin had scratched out his brother and father's faces from most of the family portraits. The android carefully placed the pictures back on the mantelshelf before resuming his original quest to retrieve water for his partner.
RK900 firmly gripped the glass full of water and swiftly made his way to the bathroom, opening the door with caution, "Detective, here is your water." Gavin had his cheek pressed on the rim of the toilet, "Everything…is spinning," he barely managed to voice. The brunette was doused in sweat—his tank top, though black, was damp around the neck, armpits and stomach. "I feel like I'm dying," the detective continued, skin pale and cheeks flushed, "And it's not," Gavin gagged, "It's not fucking coming out," he expressed with fatigued eyes. Richard's LED turned yellow as worry began to consume his being. The android attempted to remained level-headed as to not concern his colleague, "Detective, please," he bent down and looked to his partner with a kind expression, "Water will help."
Gavin gazed at his collected counterpart with a new expression that the machine wasn't familiar with. "Put the water down and gimme your hand," the brunette demanded, eyes fixated on the android. Richard raised a brow, perplexed by the detective's request but obliged and placed the glass on the ground. He then extended his hand, curious as to where his colleague was going with the order. The shorter of the two grabbed the android's hand, then frowned, shaking it, "Loosen…your fingers," the detective mumbled. Richard shot a confused look at the detective but relaxed his hand.
Gavin observed his partner's hand with great interest, tracing the android's knuckles and artificial veins. The detective studied his colleague, "Do you feel that?" he asked through hooded eyes. RK900 focused on the brunette, thirium pump working at a quickened pace, "Yes." Gavin smiled just enough to show some teeth then brought the machine's hand to his lips and licked the android's middle and index fingers. Richard's eyes widened as a billion thoughts flooded his processors. "D-detective," the bewildered machine softly stated as he examined the brunette in an attempt to discern the meaning behind the man's actions. The detective ignored Richard and proceeded to suck on the android's fingers, his head bobbing up and down in the process. The machine lowered his eyelids, his LED changing to a bright red hue.
After a few seconds, Gavin forced his partner's fingers down his throat, gagging and heaving as tears welled up in his eyes. "Detective, you'll hurt yourself," RK900 reached for his partner but Gavin slapped him away. The brunette whined as he shoved Richard's digits further down his throat, tears hitting the ceramic ground. Gavin's eyes shot open and he pushed his partner's fingers out of his mouth; with a sudden retch, the disheveled detective vomited into the toilet.
RK900 patted his partner back and removed hair from the detective's face as Gavin continued to empty his guts. The shorter of the two let out pained groans, his toned back expanding and contracting as he took in shaky breaths.
After about ten minutes of hugging the toilet, Gavin wiped his mouth and ran a hand through his hair as he shook the sweat off his forehead. "Here," Richard brought the glass of water to the detective, "It'll help." The brunette took the cup and downed the water instantly before placing the glass on the ground with a clank. The machine returned to a calmer state, LED reverting to a hypnotic yellow.
Gavin stared at his colleague, burning lust dominating his features, "Wanna see what else I can do with this mouth?"
Richard parted his lips unintentionally, "You're not in the right state of mind," he pushed off his knee and stood back up. "You need sleep," RK900 expressed as he lifted his wobbly colleague and dragged him out of the washroom.
Both men leisurely made their way to the bedroom, making sure not to trip over objects on the way there. Richard opened the door to Gavin's room and scrunched up his face as he glanced inside. It was in total disarray, clothes were scattered throughout the room and paperwork riddled the detective's desk. "Your apartment needs a good cleaning, Detective Reed," the android stated as he gently brought his incapacitated partner to the bed. Gavin remained quiet but continued to hound his counterpart with hungry eyes. "I'll let you get some rest," RK900 straightened out his jacket, "I'll be in the living room if you need me," he turned toward to door.
Gavin grabbed his partner's arm; Richard cocked his head to meet the detective's gaze. "Is something wrong?" the machine asked as he scanned the brunette's flushed face. "Yeah," Gavin answered, tightening his grip, "I wanna feel that hand of yours around my neck."
Richard let out a breath, "There is only so much restraint even an android can show," he approached the detective, "Don't tease me, Gavin."
The brunette tilted his head in a playful manner as he wrapped his sprained hand around his partner's tie and tugged. RK900 staggered forward, "If you continue, I won't be able to hold back," he warned, eyeing the detective as his LED changed to a dangerous crimson once more.
"I'm feelin' lonely, tin can," Gavin slid his left hand down his neck.
Then, it was as if something snapped in the android. Richard suddenly lunged at the brunette, desire pumping through his body as he pinned the smaller man under him. The detective drew in a sharp breath as his partner grabbed his hands and slammed them above his head. "I'm going to break you," Richard growled, animalistic cravings consuming every fiber of his body. The detective's heart rate hit the roof as the android bit down on his neck.
"Ahn!"Gavin moaned into his shoulder as Richard drew blood and ran his tongue over the newly made wound. "I'm going to mark you all over," the android expressed in a guttural tone. The detective blushed ear-to-ear as his partner slid fingers down his body, trailing over scrapes and scars. The android let out an irritated sound, "Your clothes are in the way," he stated as he wasted no time in ripping off the brunette's tank top. "Hey!" Gavin yelled, "That was my favori—mhn!" Richard grabbed the detective's jaw and forced it open before proceeding to invade Gavin's mouth with his tongue.
The shorter of the two whined, arching his back as RK900 explored his maw. The android used one hand to continue restraining his partner's wrists and the other trailed down to his neck. "You said you wanted my hand around your neck," Richard began, "I'll gladly oblige," he squeezed down, cutting airflow. Gavin's eyes shot open as he stared at the machine with fear. The android curled his lips into a delighted smile as he watched his counterpart squirm.
"You're mine, detective."