The extraction model moved as silently as possible as he crept through the vents towards Gavin's room. The mission successful alert was still blinking in his peripheral. His lips curled at the sight of the small orange box. It had been quite a night. Clean-up had taken longer than the event itself. A lot longer. Dealing with the boyfriend had been far too quick. It had almost lacked satisfaction. He'd taken Elijah's reminder to heart. He doubted either he or Chloe would appreciate bloodstains on the expensive rugs of the front parlour. Taking that into account, and wanting to limit physical evidence, he'd made it quick. Making it quick had also greatly assisted in the staging. Anyone who found him, if anyone found him, would likely believe the injuries had come from crashing his motorcycle down the mountainside. With any luck, finding him would take many months, if not years, considering the closed off nature of the hillsides. Enough time for Gavin to forget him. Enough time for him to believe this Davey had simply lost interest and moved on. Hopefully, no one would notice or care he was gone, beyond the landlord evicting him and disposing of his belongings.
Those were problems that could wait for another day though. Right now, his new priority was to check on Gavin's physical condition. He'd seen the bruising and possibly more serious injuries through the eyes of his reconnaissance model, but had yet to examine them with his own more advanced optical units. In his true form, he could perform a more in-depth analysis and scan deeper beneath the surface of his sensitive skin. He would be lucky if they were only bruises. Internal bleeding could be a serious problem. The thought of how bad his injuries might have been made the extraction model move faster.
He slowed and crept more carefully as he approached the metal passage leading to Gavin's room. Although he was relatively sure the high alcohol level in his blood would keep him unconscious until morning, he needed to scan to confirm it first. He scuttled through the tight passage, using his claws to pull and his tail to push. At the mesh panel, he paused to look down into the darkened room. Chloe had departed some time ago, leaving his reconnaissance model curled up on the bed beside Gavin where he'd left it. He closed his eyes and transferred.
Tiny blinked his eyes open and looked around the large room. It was always somewhat disorienting, swapping to the smaller model. The world seemed so much larger from his limited perspective. He could travel around the house and estate freely, and was much harder to catch. He also had more opportunities to hide and sneak in his smaller body. The downside was that he was far smaller, with only a fraction of his usual strength. He was weak and feeble. Not up to the task of protecting Gavin. He clicked with disdain at the thought. Luckily, he had his larger body for such things.
He turned his attention to Gavin, who was sleeping peacefully as he'd left him earlier. Chloe had left a glass and a large bottle of water on the bedside table to help with the dehydration later. Tiny stretched his small body as he got to his feet, enjoying the way his spine segments and tail clicked and loosened. He trilled softly as he crept closer to Gavin's side. Gavin was on his back with one arm resting across his stomach while the other lay above his head. He often slept like this, except during those times he'd turn on his side and let Tiny shuffle back against his chest. Tiny very much enjoyed those times. It made monitoring Gavin's heartbeat far easier, and with his tail coiled over Gavin's side, he always knew if he moved in his sleep or tried to leave.
He eased himself higher, resting his small, clawed hands on Gavin's pecs. He leaned closer to his sleeping face and examined him. Gavin didn't stir at the physical contact, and his eyes were twitching beneath the lids. REM sleep. Tiny breathed in an analysis of his breath. There was a high alcohol content. High enough that he wouldn't wake for a few hours, even if he was touched. That was a good thing for what Tiny had in mind. He chittered happily as he hopped back and curled up in anticipation. His silvery black eyes fluttered shut as he returned to his true form.
The extraction model worked quietly as he clicked the mesh free. He wouldn't want to alert Elijah or Chloe to his evening activities. He eased himself down, using his tail to help lower his large body to the soft carpet. The thickness was good. It helped him remain silent as he prowled across the floor to Gavin's enormous bed. Huge for Gavin. At almost two metres tall, the bed seemed comfortably above average to the extraction model. Not that he needed such things. He had his own modest nest safely tucked away inside the ventilation system. He'd made it quite cosy with all the pillows and blankets Chloe had let him sequester away.
He started with Gavin's face and neck. The bruising around his eye was old and faded. It was his freshly opened lip that caused him more distress. The second strike had been recent, likely within the last few hours. Gavin's earlier crying had opened it again, though the bleeding had stopped for now. The extraction model selected a disinfectant and a special petroleum gel before leaning closer to Gavin's sleeping face. He was gentle as he leaned in and licked the split. Gavin's lips parted silently in his sleep, allowing the extraction model to move even closer. He soothed Gavin's abused lips with his own, thoroughly coating the cut with the protective healing salve. His systems whirred happily as he took in a new profile of Gavin's DNA from his saliva. He could read the lingering makeup of rum and the ice cream from earlier. Gavin hummed almost in objection as he drew back.
The extraction model was gentle as he tugged the bandage at his throat loose. His LED span yellow as he took in the damage. Chloe had covered the area earlier, partly to prevent infection and partly so that Gavin didn't have to see the deep bruising every time he looked in the mirror. The dark mark was almost red at the edges where the leather had dragged and burned his skin, and the buckle had almost broken the surface beside his Adam's apple. Below his ear was the most offensive injury, a deep, bloodied bite mark. The extraction model could read an exact match to Davey's teeth. He'd bitten hard, though he was pleased to find the marks had a high probability of disappearing in time. He leaned lower once again to lather the marks with the same healing salve.
The extraction model paused as Gavin twitched in his sleep, brow tightening slightly as he turned his face away. It was almost like an invitation. The extraction model accepted, pressing his lips against the warm, giving flesh. He was surprised to note a rise in Gavin's heartbeat as his lips and tongue teased the area. He was as gentle as possible to avoid adding to his discomfort. Silvery eyes blinked as a small sound fled Gavin's lips. It certainly hadn't sounded an objection. He dragged his tongue along to the rectangular indent where the buckle had rested. It wasn't a cut, but the salve may add some relief anyway. He hoped it would. Replacing the cotton binding was a little more difficult with his clawed fingers. He was skilled in taking things apart, but not so much in putting them back together. It wasn't something he'd been designed for. The binding was a little messy, but it would hold well enough until morning.
Next was Gavin's torso, which meant he had to somehow remove his long-sleeved pyjama top. Getting it up to his pecs wasn't a problem, but sliding it the rest of the way off was more challenging. His scans told him it should be safe. So long as he was gentle, there was only a twenty-three percent chance of him waking. He raised Gavin's arms above the pillow and pulled the top over his head. Gavin squirmed a little, almost rolling onto his side. The extraction model eased him back down. He wanted to complete a thorough examination before he allowed him to rest in peace. To save time later, he also worked down Gavin's pants and tight boxers. He dropped the clothing on the floor, much as he'd seen Gavin do whenever he stayed over.
The extraction model frowned as he took in the deep pattern of bruises that littered Gavin's chest and abs. Each indent could be matched to Davey. Fists. Fingerprints. Knee indents. Elbow indents. He'd been creative in his abuse. The extraction model hoped Gavin had given as good as he'd gotten, however the largely unmarked state of Davey's skin had suggested otherwise. Why had Gavin allowed such mistreatment? Why had he stayed? Would he really have chosen to go back? Had Davey meant that much to him? He'd meant enough that he'd stopped visiting. The thought caused an ache in his chest cavity. He very much wanted Gavin to stay.
He scanned the patterns of purple, blue, and green. Beneath the surface was a little damage to his bone structure. A few of his lower ribs had been fractured some time ago. The small cracks were slowly knitting back together. Provided Gavin rested, he'd likely suffer no ill effects. He didn't detect any internal bleeding either, though the bruising was extensive and would take a few weeks to fully heal. Gavin would be tender until then. Unfortunately, there was little he could do to ease the pain from the bruising or make it heal faster. The extraction model trailed his gaze lower, following the grim path of abuse to Gavin's hipbones. He frowned. There were multiple hand and finger imprints here. Gavin had been restrained from behind many times, likely on his knees or bent over a hard surface. The kitchen counter. The thin line that jutted into his hipbones and along his spine suggested this was correct for at least one encounter.
He could preconstruct the encounter with the patterns of similarly aged bruises. It seemed that Gavin had attempted to shrug Davey's larger body off and walk away. He'd been grabbed by his biceps and tossed back against the kitchen counter, causing the deep bruise across his lower back. While trapped there, Davey had grabbed his forearms and attempted to pin him down. They'd struggled and Gavin had been struck in the face. From there, it seemed likely that Davey had removed his belt and looped it around his throat by force. Gavin had struggled and ended up bent over the counter, likely clawing at the tightening leather as he'd choked. While restraining Gavin with the belt, Davey had wrestled their clothing low enough for him to have his way with him. The deep bruising suggested that the encounter had not been consensual, despite their intimate status. Would Gavin consider it that way? Or would he consider it proper that he'd submitted to his mate's desires?
The extraction model lowered his own larger clawed hands against Gavin's hipbones. They felt firm but somehow soft in his hands. They were far slimmer than the last time he'd seen them. Gavin's whole body seemed smaller. His ribs were clearer, his stomach flatter, his hips more obvious, and his arms were less muscular. His cock hung limp on this inspection. Luckily, this piece alone seemed to have escaped injury. The bruising stopped on his thighs and then rose to his hips and pelvis. A small sound escaped Gavin's throat as the extraction model's hands explored his hips. He drew back as he recognised the sound as fearful. He stroked his hands up and down Gavin's sides, circling in a motion that he believed to signify comfort. It seemed to work as Gavin relaxed once more.
The extraction model moved down to his legs. His thighs and behind his knees had suffered the most bruising here. It seemed Davey had forced his way between Gavin's thighs and almost bent him in half on multiple occasions over the past few weeks. Had any of their encounters been consensual? He had researched and seen that many humans enjoyed rough sexual contact, however he was unsure which type Gavin preferred. He doubted he'd enjoyed it during those later encounters, still sore from his earlier injuries. Gavin was kind. He deserved to be treated with the same kindness in return. The extraction model clicked sympathetically as he stroked down Gavin's legs and slowly eased him onto his front.
Besides the marks on his hips, his back was largely unmarked. Gavin had faced the majority of attacks head-on. There was a long, thin line across his lower back where he'd fallen back against the kitchen counter. It seemed he'd been held there and pressed against the sharp edge during the struggle, deepening the dark mark. Lower down on his rounded rump were handprints. Davey had gripped and slapped the plush flesh multiple times. Gavin's skin was still raw from it. Sitting must have been quite uncomfortable. Tiny let out the smallest of purrs as he lowered his hands to the plump flesh and rested his palms there. He could understand the appeal. Gavin's flesh here was warm, soft, and round. He was disappointed to find that his own small bite had faded.
There was one more place he had to check. He was slow as he pressed against Gavin's ass more firmly, monitoring his vitals the whole time. Gavin grumbled in his sleep, but didn't wake as the extraction model slowly parted his cheeks to examine the tight ring of flesh hidden within. The flesh looked slightly red and sore. The extraction model frowned as he leaned lower. He activated the same salve as earlier and used his tongue to prod and tease the sensitive opening. He was slow and gentle, lathering circles on the tight skin. Gavin twitched and whimpered in discomfort, though he still didn't wake. The extraction model continued his gentle work. As soon as he could confirm that Gavin's internal passage had not been damaged, he would retreat.
Perhaps Gavin understood on some level, because the longer he licked, the more relaxed his body became. He almost seemed to sigh into the pillow as he turned his head and looped one arm around it. As his tense muscles loosened, so did his entrance. The extraction model slowly prodded the tight hole, pressing and circling until the tip of his tongue breached his entrance. Gavin let out a new sound and seemed to bury himself further into the pillow. It was a curious reaction, but not unpleasant. The extraction model continued his work, prodding and licking his way deeper. His textured tongue was far longer than that of a human. He could extend his reach by about twenty centimetres. He didn't do it all at once. Doing so would risk waking Gavin, but he did continue to lick and wriggle his way deeper. He was thorough as he teased and examined the tender flesh walls, pleased to find no trace of blood, though the foreign profile of Davey's DNA was unwelcome.
His blue eyes blinked open and sharpened as he looked at Gavin's sleeping face. He could only see a little since Gavin had turned his head and partially buried his face in the pillow. He seemed relaxed as he nuzzled into the plush cotton. The extraction model wanted every trace of that human removed from Gavin's body. He had no choice but to wait until the bruises faded, but this unwelcome deposit could be removed immediately. He noted Gavin squirmed a little as he excreted a cleansing agent and rocked his tongue this way and that. More small sounds escaped as Gavin shuffled against the sheets. The extraction model assisted as he dozily raised his hips a little higher. This actually helped him get a better angle. He felt Gavin's hips squirming as he dragged his tongue back before rocking deeper.
The extraction model purred happily as he pressed deeper and scooped out what he could of the unwelcome sample. He had little choice but to swallow if he wanted to keep Gavin's sheets relatively clean. He would deal with the extracted material later. Better for it to be in his internal storage chamber than Gavin's anal passage. Gavin trembled as the extraction model went back for a second scoop. By the fifth thorough licking, the unwanted material had been fully extracted, and the passage had been coated in a healing salve. He drew back and eased Gavin onto his side, noting the curious reaction between his thighs.
His cock was now fully erect. It was likely a side-effect of his earlier cleansing. Despite his sleeping state, Gavin seemed somewhat restless as he rolled onto his back. The erection was likely uncomfortable. The extraction model was gentle as he ran his palm over the fleshy shaft. It felt extremely soft, but the core was firm, like bone. He was curious as he tightened his grip and teased the silken flesh. Gavin's body certainly approved as he squirmed against the sheets. The extraction model was cautious as he leaned lower to nibble the tip. On his last visit, he'd only taken a small sample from here. He almost purred at the size of the sample he was about to receive. He cupped Gavin's testicles, massaging the flesh in encouragement as he sucked, using his rough tongue to lather and tease the dripping tip.
Gavin's mouth opened a little, a low moan escaping as he turned his head. The extraction model paused cautiously, carefully monitoring Gavin's vitals to ensure he didn't wake. He didn't think Gavin was ready to meet him in his true form just yet, particularly after his recent mistreatment. It would be better for things to remain as they were for a while. Gavin felt safe with Tiny. He allowed Tiny close. In time, perhaps he would reveal himself, but not yet. He gently ran his bottom teeth along the soft glans in his mouth, noting the way Gavin's lower lip trembled as he sighed in a deeper breath.
The extraction model purred as he lowered his body further and tightened the large hand wrapped around Gavin's solid cock. His mouth remained at the tip as he suckled and rubbed the pink flesh. He was careful with his claws as he stroked and pumped, adding a small twisting motion to the up and down thrusts as he'd noticed others do in those strange videos Gavin liked to watch on his phone. Gavin certainly seemed pleased with the results as he shifted and squirmed on the sheets. The extraction model chanced a deeper suck, moving his lips further down to take in more of the shaft. From what he could tell, Gavin was a fine size. He wasn't small, nor was he overly large. It was a comfortable length to nestle in his throat, though he wouldn't take it all at once.
He was sure to keep his free hand occupied as he palmed Gavin's warm, fleshy sacks. They felt curious to his enhanced sensors. He could feel the loose, warm flesh and the two slightly harder inner globes. He knew Gavin's DNA was stored within them. Thousands of individual samples waiting to be analysed and stored. Each one held part of Gavin's code. Each had the capacity to develop into a new, unique life. Another living being. The extraction model fully intended to breakdown and analyse each strain of DNA he received. He squeezed and toyed with the flesh. Never too hard. Just enough to get a pleasing reaction.
Gavin's skin was warm and flushed as the extraction model continued his work. He also detected a light sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin. The room was dark, but the extraction model's night vision allowed him to see such things clearly. Gavin's heart was thudding happily at the attention as the extraction model bobbed lower to take in even more. The solid cock slipped down his throat to the hilt, where he held it and gripped. His internal sensors measured and analysed every detail as he swallowed and teased. The pulse of the blood rushing through it. The throb of release working its way through the shaft. Twitching muscles making it jerk in his mouth. The warmth of the flesh, and the makeup of the salty pre-ejaculate.
The extraction model's silvery gaze lingered on Gavin's sleeping face. How his brow twitched and his lips trembled. The way his mouth had fallen open as small moans and hums escaped. He could also see the steady rise and fall of his pecs as he took slow breaths and the way the hand above his head had shifted to bunch in the pillow. The extraction model sucked in encouragement, using his free hand to tease and squeeze his balls. Gavin's body was extremely obedient to the gentle coaxing, rewarding him with a steady flow of ejaculate.
The extraction model swallowed it down greedily and stored it so that he could perform a limited breakdown of Gavin's recent diet. It was far poorer than his usual. Less nourishment. Less healthy food. Gavin's body seemed almost satisfied as the extraction model drew back. He remained sleeping peacefully, which made it easier to slip his boxers and pants back on, though he didn't bother with the top. Gavin would likely assume he'd pulled it off in the night. The extraction model paused for a final examination of Gavin's sleeping face. Although marred by bruising, Gavin looked peaceful now. Content. Sated. The extraction model's silvery eyes almost seemed to twinkle as he leaned down over his battered and vulnerable body. He chanced a final nuzzle of Gavin's stubbled cheek before returning to the ventilation system to curl up in his nest. He set his larger body to continue working through his current analysis of Gavin's health and DNA before returning to his smaller form.
Tiny's silvery black eyes blinked open. Just because Gavin's top had been discarded, didn't mean it wouldn't see some use. Tiny hopped to the floor and snagged the top with his teeth before returning to the bed and scuttling closer to Gavin's side. He nudged and butted his arm as he often had before. It had the desire effect as Gavin rolled towards him and subconsciously left a welcoming space against his chest. Tiny squirmed his way beneath Gavin's arm and rested his spinal plating against his pecs while huddling the soft top in his arms. The last thing he did before entering stasis was to wrap his tail over Gavin's waist. If Gavin moved, he would be alerted.