The android has Gavin on edge the whole week. He's constantly waiting for the damn thing to fuck with him again. It makes him irritable and he's even more of an asshole to his colleagues than usual because someone has to suffer his bad mood. Especially because he can't vent his ever growing irritation and nerves on the thing causing it because Gavin might be impulsive and quick to act but he knows better than to tempt doom to descent upon him.
That he can't just push the thing around until it cows in submission grinds at Gavin. He's used to being the one that pushes people around. Used to not taking any shit unless it's from his superiors.
It infuriates him that he doesn't have a choice but to take it. Can't make a scene for fear of humiliating himself in public. Can't even request a different partner because fuck, what is he supposed to say?
He might as well throw himself out the office windows before he goes to Fowler with that. At most the robo creep would get a warning about personal boundaries and nothing more while the whole office would gossip about it in a matter of minutes.
He's strung so tight he's ready to snap at the smallest things and people are keeping their distance even more than usual.
The thing ignores him most of the time unless talking to each other can't be avoided, not glancing up from work to look at him while Gavin has to fight the urge to stare at it every few minutes to gauge the situation. But he can feel it watching him when he leaves his desk to go to the breakroom or the bathroom. But it hasn't followed him again. Hasn't made another move.
The waiting for something is driving Gavin mad and he is disgusted with himself when he realizes that part of him is anticipating it with guilty longing. He's no better than Anderson wanting the thing to touch him. Craving the soft warmth and inevitability of the touch, if RK900 wants to touch him, because he could probably lift Gavin with a single hand. And something about the ridiculous strength the thing possesses turned into gentle skin against skin does something to Gavin and he can feel himself flush, mortified by his thoughts.
The clock seems to be crawling forward and every time Gavin checks the time to see when he can flee to the safety of his home where the only thing able to torment him is going to be his mind.
When there is a quarter hour left until his shift ends he thinks fuck it and grabs his things because he is ready to vibrate out of his damn seat with the need to get out and get away from the android still diligently working away at one of their cases.
He presses the elevator button repeatedly, knowing it won't make the doors open faster but it feels better than just standing there. The shiny metal reflects someone walking towards him, the image slightly distorted but clear enough for Gavin to immediately recognize who it is and hell the fuck no.
He punches the button and fucking finally the doors open with a ping and Gavin is in and frantically pressing the ground level button.
RK900 is almost by the elevator when the doors begin to slip shut and unless the damn tin can wants to attract attention it won't make it in time. Gavin flips it the bird and grins, both in relief and satisfaction that the plastic prick missed it's chance to torment Gavin.
When the elevator stops and the doors slide back open Gavin's brain comes to a stuttering halt and his stomach does an odd flip because there the damn thing stands, hair slightly disheveled from having rushed down the stair. Gavin considers just staying in the elevator until the doors close again and then smashing the emergency stop button because this definitely qualifies as one.
The decision is made for him when RK900 steps into the elevator with him, face stoic and not betraying what is going through its fake brain except for the slight upturn of the lips.
"Fuck off, robo creep, I'm going home," Gavin tries to make his way past the thing but it simply steps closer, crowding him in a corner of the claustrophobically small elevator.
He practically shakes with the need to shove the android and get the fuck out but touching the thing is sure to end worse for him and so he just stands in the corner, head tilted up to glare at the offending thing.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" he spits out, frustrated and strung-out, body buzzing with the need to do something.
The thing looks at him, scrutinizes him mas it steps back to stand in the way of the doors as they try to slide shut.
"You forgot your phone, detective Reed." It pulls out his phone and offers it to him. Gavin knows for certain that the phone had been in his jacket, because that was where he always had it and the damn motherfucker must have stolen his fucking phone while Gavin had left his desk. Just so it had a goddamn excuse to go after Gavin.
"Fuck you," he says as he stares at the outstretched phone. It can't be that easy, he thinks as he moves to snatch the phone from the thing's hand and he's fucking right. The moment he grabs the phone the thing moves to snare his wrist to pull him towards it and Gavin stumbles to where it wants him dread and anticipation warring in him in a sickening mix. And then RK900 leans forward, looming but not threatening as it places a hand onto his neck, easily encircling half his throat and it's thumb starts to rub patterns into his skin as Gavin tries not to hyperventilate.
Fuck .
He fights the urge to close his eyes so RK900's intense gaze won't trap him any longer and he will be able to fully take in how it feels as his pulse hammers a frantic beat against the touch.
"Your heart rate is highly elevated and you exhibit signs of stress, detective Reed," the deep matter of fact tone drags Gavin from his frozen state and he sneers. Fucking machine sounding the same as ever while it is still pressing gentle fingers against Gavin's throat and all but caressing his neck with its thumb. "I would recommend using the weekend to try and relax if you don't want your mind and work performance to suffer."
Gavin opens his mouth to spit a number of choice curses at the damn thing but no sound comes out as he feels choked by the soothing softness and warmth against his throat. He tries to stumble back and out of reach but the thing still has a hold of his wrist and he clenches his free hand into a fist to punch the fucker in the face because he needs to get out when it lets go of him completely.
He breathes out a sigh of relief and loss at the disappearance of its skin against his and by the time Gavin got his brain back to working order and is ready to unleash his justified anger the plastic prick turns around after another one of its dissecting stares and walks back towards the stairs.
Gavin just stands there, staring after the thing, the skin of his throat tingling pleasantly and feeling more confused than ever until the doors begin to slide shut and he's forced to move his legs.
Notes:
Writing Gavin is so much fun aside from the fact that I hate writing RK900 as an it
I'm just imagining Connor watching this unfold from the sidelines, as confused and dumbfounded by Nine's behaviour as Gavin bc I can't imagine Connor being as domineering as Nine
also, this story is turnign out to be longer than anticipated (probably bc my chapters are too fucking short, just like me)
Hope you enjoyed this snipped, please feel free to point out any mistakes you find (not a native speaker and I sometimes like to fuck with tenses so corrections are always appreciated!) 3
Bonus:
This chapter was supposed to be longer but I got distracted by the idea of Nine finger fucking Gavin in front of a mirror and hnnng, so that's basically what you guys can expect in the next series bc I think I'll make this a pwp oneshot of its own
Nine lifts one of Gavin's legs, guiding his foot to land on the chair. The hand moves slowly up his tights, short nails lightly scratching over his skin, squeezing his asscheek before dipping in between to skim across his hole. Gavin shudders against Nine, back almost flush against Nine's chest..
"I want you to watch," Nine whispers into his ear, low and rough, and Gavin can't help the noise that escapes him. A hand takes gentle hold of his chin, lifting his head so he is staring into the mirror.
"I want you to see your face as I touch you." The hand trails across his throat, over his hammering pulse point and lower still to twist and tease a nipple. "I want you to see yourself come undone beneath my hands."
