WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT INCLUDING CHOKING. If you're not comfortable with this, please skip to the next chapter.

Dejection and frustration plagued the pair as they remained mute in the car. Gavin continued to recover from the intense scenario he found himself in minutes ago, his hands still shaking a bit. The brunette noticed that his counterpart appeared to be frozen as the android wasn't starting the car. "You sure you're okay to be driving?" the detective glanced at his despondent partner. Richard remained quiet, seemingly engrossed in his thoughts. "Hey," the brunette leaned closer to the android, "Earth to Richard," he waved a hand in front of his partner's fixed gaze. The machine snapped out of his trance, "I—I'm alright," he stuttered. Gavin shot a doubtful look at his colleague, "You're not actin' like your usual hard-ass self," the detective explained, "Which makes me think something's up." RK900 gazed at the brunette with a saddened expression, "What good am I if I can't help these people?"

The detective's eyes widened as he analyzed the words that were uttered by his counterpart; he then let out an elongated sigh. "Look, I think you're being a little too hard on yourse—"

"Seeing how happy those two were together…," Richard knit his brows, confliction washing over his features, "They were in love," the android continued, his LED fixed at a yellow hue. Gavin lowered his lids and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened intently to the android. "To have someone you love torn away from you like that…" Richard crinkled his nose. "That's enough," the brunette motioned with a hand, "If you get hung up on every case we look into, you'll end up losing your mind," he warned with a stern expression, "And could you start the fuckin' car, please? I'm vegetating here," Gavin turned his head toward the window. Richard let out a small, barely audible sigh as his eyes shifted from the grumpy brunette to the car ignition. A few silent seconds went by before the brunette tilted his head to leer at the machine, "Any reason you're not putting the fucking key in the ignition?" he asked with irritated eyes. "Gavin," RK900 drew his brows together, "I wanted to express my gratitude for your kindness and loyalty when I was in a state of imminent shutdown." The detective unintentionally retracted his head, startled by his partner's thanks. "I felt your gentle caresses and heard your concerned shouting," the machine smirked, "I find it comforting knowing I have a reliable colleague," Richard smiled warmly at the brunette who was redder than a tomato. "Sh-shut up!" Gavin immediately hid his face, "It was a normal fuckin' reaction! A-anyone would have done the same, damn it!" he continued to counter becoming more and more flustered in the process. The android let out a hushed chuckle as his glance shifted from the flushed detective to the car keys. "Just get us out of here already, you metal hunk of junk," the detective demanded with burning cheeks. "Right away," Richard obliged with lowered lids as he swiftly reversed out of the parking lot and set course for the police station.

About ten minutes into the drive, the awkward silence became suffocating for the detective as his mind went back and forth about the android's statement of appreciation. Gavin quickly reached for the knob to turn on the radio, "It's too fucking quiet," he broke the stillness, "Anything good playing?" he tuned to channel 103.9 FM. "Ever dreamt of meeting the man who revolutionized life itself?" the cheery hostess asked with curiosity in her cadence. "Hm?" Gavin raised a brow as he adjusted himself in his seat, "Who's she talkin' about?" he raised the volume. "Well now's your chance ladies and gents! We're giving away two tickets to Elijah Kamski's Black&White masquerade ball!" the woman expressed in an excited tone. "Ah, Christ," Gavin groaned. "The ball will take place at the Kamski mansion in Detroit on Valentine's Day. So if you wanna treat your Valentine to an unforgettable night, try your luck and call us! Only caller 104 will be leaving with those tickets though so call now before it's too la—"

"Ugh," the brunette rolled his eyes, "Shut the fuck up," he switched off the radio. Richard turned toward his partner, scanning the detective's features. "You have a copious amount of disdain for your brother. Why is it you hate him so much?" the machine asked, glancing back at the road. Gavin shot a spiteful look at his counterpart, "I meant to ask the day you fuckin' dislocated my wrist," the shorter of the two hissed, "How the fuck do you know about Eli and I being brothers?"

"Detective, need I remind you again that a background check requires little-to-no effort for an android with my capabilities," Richard explained in a condescending manner. "You wouldn't be able to get that information through a simple fucking background check," Gavin rebutted, "I made sure of that." The machine looked to his partner before focusing on driving, "I have access to various Michigan databases," RK900 stated with a reserved expression, "Many of your records mention you being an only child but I was able to find archived documents that suggest you and Mr. Kamski are in fact brothers," the android continued in an unemotional tone. The detective gnashed his teeth out of frustration as he turned away from his colleague with a hmph. After a brief bout of silence, Gavin brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and exhaled, "Not a word about this, you hear me?" he threatened the machine in a bitter cadence. "No one at the department knows that Kamski and I are related," the detective sunk into his seat, embarrassed that the android had an upper hand. Richard looked at the rosy-cheeked brunette, "Alright, Detective Reed," the machine promised as his LED reverted to blue, "I'll make sure to keep your relation to Mr. Kamski confidential."

Another five uncomfortable minutes ticked away before Gavin leaned his head against the window as he began to dose in and out of sleep. Richard noticed his partner slowly swaying side to side, "You should get some rest, detective," the android suggested as he glanced at his tired counterpart. "The bags under your eyes imply you're fatigued," RK900 continued as he prepared to make a right turn onto the next block. The shorter of the two winced and brought a hand to his stomach as it growled. "Do me a favor and stop by a drive-thru before gettin' to the station," the detective rubbed at his eye, "I've been running on coffee and alcohol for the past three days." Richard furrowed his brows, "Perhaps fast food isn't the best choice for a nutrient-rich meal."

"Oh for Christ's sake," the detective brought a hand to his forehead before cocking his head to meet the stare of his colleague, "How 'bout you just do what I fucking say for once." The machine glared at the road through narrowed eyes, "Very well," he curtly responded. "I'm gonna take a quick nap," Gavin expressed while gazing out the passenger's side window, "Gonna be pullin' an all-nighter at the station tonight," he went on, scratching at his chin, "Need to get to the bottom of this bullshit." RK900 raised a brow, a smile sprouting on his face, "I will be there to assist you, detective." Gavin leaned his head against the sill, "Oh joy," he sighed as he zipped up his jacket and shut his eyes.

Korn's Coming Undone flooded the room, the bass reverberating off the walls as Gavin tried to make sense of what was going on. He was hot…very hot and breathless. The smell of sweat and desire smothered the brunette's senses, making his head feel hazy. "Wh…what?" the detective slowly muttered as he realized he was pinned to what looked to be his bed. There was someone on top of him—someone familiar. Gavin squinted his eyes, focusing on the person restraining him by the wrists. His eyes shot open as he realized it was a disheveled Richard who was breathing heavily, letting out occasional animalistic grunts. The brunette tried to speak but nothing was coming out; all he could feel was the overwhelming hunger for the android's touch. RK900 pressed onto the smaller man, rhythmically grinding his hips into Gavin's, eliciting sweet moans from the brunette. The officer's mind was going blank as he found himself unable to parse through what was happening.

Gavin tried to understand the current situation but nothing he put together made any bit of sense. How did this happen? Why was Richa—

The brunette's thought process was interrupted by a painful bite to the neck. "Ahn!" Gavin moaned into his shoulder as RK900 sunk his teeth into the detective's skin, drawing blood. The shorter of the two found himself slowly succumbing to sexual pleasure. The bite was incredibly painful but Gavin couldn't remember the last time he was ever this turned on by anyone. Richard licked over the newly made mark as he began trailing kisses around the wound and down the detective's collar bone. The brunette arched his brows as his breathing became more and more erratic. "Your clothes are in the way," the machine stated in an irritated tone. He wasted no time in tearing off the detective's black tank top. "Hey! That was my favor—mh!"

Richard grabbed Gavin's jaw and forced it open as he slipped his tongue into the detective's mouth. The brunette moaned into the kiss while the android explored his partner's maw. RK900 pulled away and smirked through lidded eyes. "You said you wanted my hands around your neck," the machine began, "I'll gladly oblige," he continued as he placed a hand over the detective's neck and proceeded to squeeze. Gavin's eyes shot open as he stared into the android's lust-ridden expression, attempting to break free from the hold he was in.

"…tive Reed!"

"…ective Reed!"

"Gavin!"

Gavin jolted up, hitting the roof of the car with his head. "Ah," the shorter of the two winced as he cradled his cranium, "Fuck" he cursed as he slowly blinked a couple of times. "Are you alright? You were struggling for breath," the worried android asked, placing a hand on his partner's shoulder. The detective instinctively jerked his shoulder away as he looked at his partner with fearful eyes. Richard lowered his hand as concern dominated his features, "Is everything alright?"

The brunette glanced around as he caught his breath, "Where are we?"

"We just got to the station," the android began, "You were asleep when I pulled into the drive-thru so I defaulted to a burger and a soda." Gavin shut his eyes and brought both hands to his face as he was still recovering from the confusing dream he had. "Detective Reed," RK900 leaned in, "Were you perhaps having a nightmare?" the machine asked in a lowered voice. "I—"

Gavin stopped himself, "I'm fine, alright?" the brunette aggressively stated as he proceeded to get out of the car, "Just fuckin' lay off already," he slammed the passenger door. Richard knit his brows in confusion as he watched his colleague walk over to the station. He then grabbed Gavin's food and followed, locking the vehicle behind him.

"Your keys," the android stated as he caught up to the riled up officer. Gavin grabbed the keys from the android with a quick swipe and continued to tromp toward the station doors without a word. Richard continued to shadow his partner, puzzled by the detective's sudden change in behavior. The brunette checked his watch to find out that it was only 4:30 PM. He sighed, bringing his arms to his sides as he walked over to his workspace. RK900 placed the food on the detective's desk and straightened out his uniform before glancing at his agitated colleague, "Would you like to begin searching through the remaining open cases?" the machine asked with a hint of curiosity, "It would be best to identify a list of similar cases to the two we covered in the past three days."

Gavin sat on his chair and scooted closer to his desk, "Yeah, um," he placed both elbows on the counter and spaced out for a second. Richard cocked a brow, "Detective?" he asked while staring at the dazed brunette. The officer flinched and looked to his partner, "You know what," he pushed off the desk and got up from his seat, "I gotta go to the bathroom," he shook his head, "Just gimme a minute," the shorter of the two motioned with his hand. RK900 tilted his head to the side, perplexed by Gavin's strange mannerisms. The machine remained silent as his eyes followed the brunette who was quickly making his way to the restroom.

Gavin walked into the washroom, eyes darting from stall to stall to make sure no one was in there with him. Once the coast was clear, he ran to the large mirror behind the communal sinks and aggressively pulled down his jacket and shirt to further reveal the bandage covering part of his neck. He looked at his refection, shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath, then shifted his glance to his neck. Several different emotions circulated through Gavin's mind but he mainly felt fear gnawing at the pit of his stomach for he knew whatever was underneath the Band-Aid couldn't be good. He watched in the mirror, grimacing as he peeled off the bandage. Gavin's eyes widened as horror dawned on his face.

It was a bite mark.