Nines was aware he had limited time. He glared at the human. He wasn't so tough now that he was being dangled upside down by one of his long, delicate tendrils. It gripped the man's waist like a noose, tightening slowly. He had six tendrils. Two came from his shoulders, two from his central spine, and two more from his sides. The tendrils were thin, but fanned out at the ends like the tentacular clubs of a squid. Sharp white spikes covered the paw-like pads, almost like large, spiked teeth. They could swat like a mace, and he could use them to help climb and swing between buildings or other surfaces. They also made excellent grabbing tools. He squeezed the human tighter, enjoying his strangled whine.
If I had more time, I'd kill you slowly. Be grateful I'm in a hurry. The suited man squealed, kicking and screaming as he flailed his arms and legs, trying to swat at the tentacles. Nines brought his four other tendrils forward to grip his limbs tightly. The man was yelling and cursing, terrified as he felt the mechanical coils wrapping around him. Nines was almost disinterested as he pulled all five at once. The four dazed men still stumbling around screamed in fear and horror as blood, guts, and body parts rained upon them. For Nines, it was as easy as pulling the limbs off a doll. Red stained the once crisp material of the white suit as it tore like paper. The arms and legs went flying as the man screeched in shock and agony. With a final swipe of a bladed forearm, the head was removed. Nines felt the warmth of human blood coat his casing. It was sticky. Distasteful. He would need to cleanse himself when all this was all over. Red pooled on the floor around him as the body fell. Blood still spilled as the heart squeezed a few final pumps.
The remaining men started to scatter, but Nines wouldn't let them get away. He'd hacked their phones and cameras and seen what they'd done. He'd seen and heard how Gavin had cried and whimpered and begged. How he'd grunted and yelped in pain. How he hadn't even thought of betraying him. Not once. They'd barely known each other for four months. Many humans would have given him up to save themselves. Many more wouldn't have held on even half as long as Gavin had. He doubted anyone would have gone through the sexual violation once, let alone the repeat performances.
He was extremely aware of Gavin's dropping vitals. The stress was making him breathe harder, and that was pulling the blockage further down his throat. Unfortunately, he needed to deal with these insects before he could ensure Gavin's safety. All six of his eyes honed in on the different men stumbling through the darkness. He launched himself at the first. While in Lovecraft Form, his limbs had lengthened and strengthened. His feet were like claws with sharp spikes at the heels, and his hands were like talons. They were perfect for climbing, slashing, and rending. He could swipe things to pieces. Maul them like an animal. That's exactly what he did to the first. He dove onto his back and used his sharp teeth to bite straight through his skull. It almost popped like a balloon. Warm, slimy mush filled his mouth. He spat it out in disgust. Red poured down his chin, mingling with his analysis fluid. He slashed the man's back wide open for good measure, watching with disinterest as red pool on the ground.
The next man was a little braver and tried to sneak up on him. Nines used the spikes running down his forearms to slash his throat. He hissed with displeasure as blood sprayed his face, blinking it out of his eyes. He sank his clawed hand into the fleshy pelvis in retaliation and tossed the limp corpse at the next man. The target flailed and cried as blood coated his skin and he was forced down by the heavy weight. He pushed his dead friend off and fired a semi-automatic. Nines ducked away from the bullets. They wouldn't hurt him, but he didn't want to risk them ricocheting and injuring Gavin. He ran the man down like a cheetah and snapped his jaws like a crocodile. His sharp teeth sank into his chest and shoulder, biting a chunk out. He spat the useless flesh and bone. More blood poured down his armoured chest, and he used his tendrils to toss the body at the next man.
He was almost surprised as another man launched himself out of nowhere, clinging to his back and trying to choke him. Nines almost smiled as he gripped his arms and bent lower, keeping the human on his back. The man wailed and kicked in surprise, expecting to be flipped to the ground. Nines extended the blades hidden within his spine for just such an occasion. They were long and delicate, like short swords, each about a foot long. The human screeched as he was impaled by all six blades. Nines shuddered in distaste as warm fluid pooled down his spine and leaked across his sides. He stood and leaned back. There was a wet slosh and thud as the body slipped from the blades and slapped the ground.
There was only one human left. The technician. He was unarmed, hunkered down in a ball, trembling and whimpering. His arms were looped above his head as if that would somehow hold him back. This man had not raped Gavin. He had not hurt Gavin. In fact, he'd barely even laid eyes on Gavin. His only crime was hacking into Cyberlife and attempting to extract data. Nines whipped out a single tendril, balling the wide end like a fist to keep the spikes clear. The club struck hard. The technician would be unconscious long enough for the DPD to arrive and arrest him.
Nines scanned the area. It was clear. They were alone. He rushed to Gavin's twitching body and threw himself down. Gavin was on his back, eyes wide and bloodshot as he shuddered, choked, and gagged. Blood and drool were pooling at his lips, choking him faster. His skin was red where he wasn't getting enough air. His clavicles were straining as his Adam's apple bobbed, trying to swallow or dislodge the blockage. Despite his lack of air, Gavin did manage a gurgled scream. All six of Nines' eyes widened as Gavin struggled. Fear. Gavin was scared of him. Nines grabbed his wrists, shifting them to one clawed hand as he pinned him down. His LED blinked yellow as he disengaged the Lovecraft protocol.
His black casing shifted and clicked as he altered his form. The tendrils withdrew back into his casing. The blades on his arms, heels, and back returned to their internal sheaths. His joints twisted and popped back into place, his limbs shrank and shifted back to normal length and thickness, and his claws retracted back to normal fingers and toes. The last thing was his jaw. He watched Gavin slowly relax as his teeth came together and everything sealed shut. The last thing to return was his artificial skin. It trickled across his black casing like a river of flesh, chased by a blue glow. He looked down at Gavin with his blue on black eyes and hoped it was reassuring. His LED span red as he assessed Gavin's health.
"Gavin!" Nines cried as he gripped his cheeks. Gavin couldn't form words as he slowly choked, twitching and shuddering as his diaphragm jerked to push the blockage up. Nines hushed him as he tilted his head back. "Open your mouth…Trust me and open your mouth!" His plea was urgent as he locked his blue and black eyes to Gavin's watering greens. Tears trickled down his cheeks with the stress and deprivation, lips parting hesitantly. Nines slotting his thumb between his teeth, effectively propping his mouth open with one hand.
Gavin watched in something akin to horror as Nines opened his own mouth. His long tongue snaked out. The tip stroked along his own, gently pressing it down and out of the way. Gavin tried to squirm as it stroked and teased deeper. Nines held his gaze with a steady stare. Trust me! It felt fucking weird. He could feel the tendrils stroking and teasing his gullet. It almost tickled as they teased and searched. The tiny tendrils also lapped up the drool and blood that was adding to the blockage. His top two eyes winced at the traces of semen he found mixed in. Gavin choked and tried to close his mouth as the tongue prodded his gag reflex. Nines didn't even flinch at the bite. His fingers were far stronger than Gavin's jaws.
Nines continued to press forward. Gavin was putting a lot of pressure on his thumb. It would have hurt a human. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, especially with his sensitivity, but he could ignore it. He would ignore it. Gavin would die if he didn't. He pushed his tongue further down Gavin's tight throat, tiny tendrils reaching and searching. There! The tip of his tendrils finally brushed the wet ball of paper. Expensive. High quality. Irrelevant. His tendrils sucked and gripped the ball, twisting and rolling until they had it in a firm grasp. Nines tightened his grip on Gavin's wrists and lowered his body as he struggled and jerked. He was slow as he extracted his tongue with his tendrils wrapped tightly around the ball, dragging it up Gavin's throat.
Gavin choked and wretched as the ball left his mouth. Nines released him as soon as his tongue was clear, allowing him to turn onto his side and gag. He gulped down air, coughing and sobbing as he did so. Nines was unsure what to do as Gavin slumped and stayed down. He sobbed and sniffled as he rested his forehead on the cold cement. It was unpleasant. Gavin was covered in sweat and had seven different samples of semen coating his flushed and bruised skin. There was blood smearing his lips and temple. One of his eyes was dark and swollen at the edges. His body was battered and bruised. He had multiple fractured ribs. One of his wrists was fractured. His anal passage also showed signs of significant stretching and bruising. There were a few small tears at the rim, however he'd been lucky concerning major damage. It was raw, swollen, and sore, but he would recover in time. Nines was also relieved to note that none of the men had any form of STDs that would have infected him.
"I'm here…" Nines murmured softly as he laid a tentative hand on Gavin's damp spine. Gavin sobbed harder at that. He pushed himself up and clung to him. Strong arms latched onto his neck as he sobbed hard against his bare shoulder. Nines' LED blinked red as he pulled his naked, trembling body closer to his own. Nines' skin was screaming at the contact. He could feel everything. The soft suppleness of Gavin's flesh, the density of his muscles, the heat of his skin, the rush of his blood and pulse beneath the surface. The prickle of stubble against his shoulder, the sticky residue of bodily fluids, salty tears, sweat, blood, and semen. Semen that didn't all belong to Gavin. Nines shuddered with the overstimulation of it. He fisted a hand in Gavin's hair, feeing the silken texture and counting each strand. He winced. It was too much, but he didn't move. Gavin was vulnerable. He could cope with this much. It was Gavin. He could do this for Gavin.
He remained with him. Holding him close. He was unbothered by his own nudity, though he did worry about how Gavin would react, should he think on it. He'd been through a traumatic sexual event. Nines had kept his own sexual component stored internally. It wasn't required, nor would it be activated, so it had made sense to sheath it during combat to prevent any outward damage. It was almost startling that human males had evolved to be so vulnerable. An internal sheath would have been most beneficial.
"…nk you…" The voice was so small that Nines barely heard it, even with his high sensitivity. "Thank you!" Gavin repeated a little louder, remaining buried in his shoulder. Nines hushed him softly, opting to remain in place until the ambulance and DPD arrived to deal with things. If he'd timed it correctly, the ambulance would arrive first, so that Gavin didn't have to be seen by his colleagues. He was right. The paramedics arrived. They followed his internal instructions as he directed them by phone. There was a shrill creak as the warehouse door was pushed open and scuffled footsteps approached.
They stopped dead as they entered and took in the carnage. There was four of them. Three men and a woman, all fairly young. None of them were older than Gavin, as far as Nines could tell. The young woman in particular almost dropped her bag at the sight. Blood. Body parts. The mush of internal organs. Chunks of flesh and bones. Blood pooling everywhere. Nines shuddered. He could still feel it beneath his artificial skin, as well as on the synthetic surface. It had also stained Gavin upon contact. Red smears had coated his chest, thighs, and arms. The paramedics hurried over as Nines continued to direct them. Gavin gripped him harder as they arrived. He didn't want to be separated from him. He didn't feel safe. These people were strangers. Nines listed off his medical issues and the relevant details of the assault. They were sensitive and understanding as they worked around him.
Nines helped coax him up, parting from him enough for a blanket to be tucked around his shoulders, giving him at least some form of modesty as he pulled it tighter. Nines was also provided with a blanket, though he felt no modesty. He accepted it in order to cover his sensitive skin and make the humans feel more comfortable. Before they left, he took the two phones. The videos on them were sensitive. He would allow no one else to view them unless absolutely necessary, and he would be the one to decide who to trust with them. They would not go into evidence. They would not become available to any member of staff to sign for on a whim.
"Nines?" Gavin sounded vulnerable and afraid as he called. Nines had left his field of vision. He thought he was alone with the paramedics. Unknown people. Touching him. Moving him. Nines returned in an instant, blue eyes blinking as he softened in assurance. I'm still here. Gavin relaxed as Nines informed the paramedics that he would accompany them. It wasn't a request. They accepted because it was easier. Gavin had already shown a reluctance to be alone with them. Nines made him feel safe and secure, strange as he looked.
"Gavin, you can rest now…You're safe. I will remain at your side." Nines held his gaze as he gave him that gentle assurance. Technically, it was a lie. He knew that once they arrived at the hospital, Gavin would need to be examined and cleaned up properly. His internal injuries would need to be seen to. Nines wouldn't be allowed to accompany him. However, his words comforted Gavin enough to allow the paramedics to hook up fluids and give him a light sedative. Nines gritted his teeth against the stimulation as he allowed Gavin to hold his hand in a gentle grip. He could stand it for a while. Just a little while. Just until Gavin fell asleep.