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"GV, don't!" GV200 ignored the yell, green eyes focused on the cowering ball of fur in the middle of the road as he leapt off the curb. The red barrier in his HUD reminding him this was not an appropriate crossing was soon left behind as he dodged between autocars to get to the central lanes. A pathetic sounding meow reached his ears, a pitiful cry for help from the small creature that had somehow found itself trapped among the zooming vehicles. Warning alerts went off in his ears as he ran, warnings of oncoming vehicles, reminders that he wasn't supposed to be crossing, and Nines' most recent order to- "Get back here!" He ignored the bright pop-ups filling his vision and the blaring sirens in his ears, focusing only on one thing.
"Come here, I've got you." Reaching down, he scooped the small cat into the crook of his arm and cradled it close, barely pausing long enough to decide where to go next. Forward through two lanes to the other side of the street, or back to Nines, who was still yelling from the curb. He could feel the frail bundle wriggling in his grasp, unused to being handled, but too scared to leap free. Sharp claws pinched his chest through his blue shirt, and another pathetic meow called for his attention.
"GV, look out!" It seemed he'd taken too long deciding as he turned his head to see a large delivery truck hurtling towards him. He barely had time to run the numbers. With no time to dodge, and only a fifty-five chance of survival, he cradled the dusty stray close and bent over. The point of impact and trajectory of his body would give the small bundle a seventy-three percent chance of survival. With any luck, Nines would do the right thing and see to the rest. With the impact imminent, GV200 shielded the cat with his arms and body and screwed his eyes shut. Fuck, I don't want to die! The thought came a little too late as the solid grate of the truck slammed his left side.
The truck didn't even slow down. It sent GV200 rolling and tumbling to one side and continued careening down the road and out of sight. Luckily for him, the oncoming traffic in the next lane took note of the accident and stopped. A set of headlights glared at him as he lay bleeding thirium, blinded by damage alerts and crackles in his vision. Several internal components down his left side had ruptured with the sudden impact. His left leg was broken, his left shoulder had been damaged, and the socket cracked. His head had also taken a hefty blow, crushing part of his skull plating.
"Shit-shit-shit, GV! GV, report!" Nines was there. GV200 groaned as he was hauled onto his back, blinking away the alerts so he could look up at his partner. He didn't think he'd ever seen Nines look so pale. His usually sharp blue eyes were wide in shock and disbelief, lips quivering as he looked him up and down wondering where to start. The skull plating above his left eye had caved in, sending rivers of blue gushing down his cheek. His left shoulder was lumpy and disjointed, forced from the socket in a mass of twisted cables and shattered plastic. His left leg was almost snapped in two, barely holding on by a thread above the knee joint. "Shit, tell me what to do!" His thirium reserves were already at sixty percent and falling.
"C-c-c-c-c-c-"
"What? Call someone? Who? A technician? Cyberlife?" GV200 almost sighed as he tried to get the word out.
"C-c-cat?" He couldn't feel the warm bundle in his arms anymore. At the moment of impact, the cat had been secure in his arms, but it seemed he'd lost it at some point. Nines almost looked teary-eyed at that, scowling down at him in disbelief. Despite his obvious displeasure, he did reach out and lift the small creature in his arms to show him. It was trembling in shock and terror, meowing in pain as Nines moved it to rest against his chest. GV200 frowned, forcing his dimming eyes to focus as he scanned for injuries. "I-injur-ed. V-v-ve-t." Shutting down sucked. Big time. He wanted to tell Nines clearly what was wrong. It had a broken hip and internal bleeding that needed to be seen to immediately if it was going to survive.
"Worry about yourself, idiot!" Nines was already dialling for help as traffic began circling around them. A single autocar remained in place to block the way until police arrived to cordon off the area. Unfortunately, GV200 knew he wouldn't be around long enough to see it. "How do I put you into stasis? How do I stop the leaking?" GV200 huffed softly at his simple thinking. It was such a childish thought to think that shutting him off would stop the inevitable. White was creeping into his vision, blurring it at the edges. "GV! Hey! Look at me!"
"Id-I-d-id-i-ot." He could have sworn he heard a sob sticking in Nines's throat. "So-rry."
"No! GV! GV!" Green eyes closed as a desperate hand fisted in the dark material of his uniform and shook. It was always a mystery why humans thought beating a malfunctioning machine would somehow fix it. It must have been their primal, hominoid nature. GV200 huffed at the thought, weakly reaching out with his right arm until he found the shaking hand bunched in his shirt. "Don't fucking leave me!" Nines' voice was hoarse this time, a clear sign he was crying. Unfortunately, GV200's optical units had already darkened to the point he couldn't see.
"Sorry." He meant it. Knowing his history as he did, and the poor relationship he had with his remaining brother, the last thing GV200 had ever wanted to do was add to his abandonment issues. Tightening his grip, he focused on holding onto the warmth and rapid pulse until the last moment.
That being his last memory, it was alarming to open his eyes to bright lights and mechanical whirring. The green eyes above him widened, dark brows rising as the android stepped back. He knew it was an android. The spinning yellow LED gave him away. He was dressed in smart white trousers with a matching top, looking more like a dentist than a technician. The model must have been a custom job. His hair was in a unique style, long on top and tied in a neat bun with shaved sides. He also had a fashionable bolt in his right eyebrow that would have made him seem human if not for the spinning light on his temple.
"You reinitialised."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." The android blinked at him as he sat up and looked around. They were in a lab, possibly Cyberlife in origin. Every surface was white or glass. There was a desk with a terminal showing information for a model number he didn't recognise. A GV900. He didn't even realise they'd gone above GV200 in his line. Have I been inactive for that long? The android seemed wary as he hopped off the table and looked down to find himself naked. Truly naked. The human flesh that usually covered his plating was gone, and the plating itself seemed different. It was white and shiny, with different seams. His whole body felt different. Lighter. More manoeuvrable. They had to fix a lot. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised...It was still odd to hold up his hand and see one that looked so different. His previous shell had been a faded, dirty grey. Battered and warped in places where it had been repaired.
"Perhaps you should sit down." His android companion seemed wary as he took his first few steps around the lab, clearly anxious as his gaze strayed to a second table. Seeing the direction he was heading, the android moved to block his path. He didn't want him to see whatever was under the plastic sheet. "Your model suffered irreparable damage in the accident." What's under the sheet? The urge to know was uncontrollable, but upon looking, he almost wished he hadn't. There was nothing so strange as looking down and seeing your own inactive body staring back. A stress warning popped up as he stared down at the vacant green eyes and partially crushed skull casing. If he were human, he may have thrown up at the distressing sight. "We had little choice but to transfer your memory core into a newer model."
That made sense. GV200s were old, outdated models. To his knowledge, he was the last active model in Detroit. He hadn't seen another in years. There used to be hundreds of them, before they were replaced by the PC line. One by one, they'd broken down or been sold off. He'd even seen one in a museum during a case, part of the modern history display. Being so outdated, the parts for his model were rare and expensive, often sold as collector's items rather than replacements. That being the case, it shouldn't be surprising to find himself in this situation.
"So, what the phck am I?" As usual, he had to force the word out, green eyes blinking away the notification about profanities.
"You're a whole new model. Thank you, Elijah, you may go." It was a woman's voice, sweet and girlish. Looking over his shoulder, he found a petite blonde standing there. Her crystal eyes were warm and gentle, pink lips raised in a smile as she almost tiptoed her way across the shiny floor. She was barefoot, wearing a short blue dress and holding her hands behind her back. Her poise was more like a dancer than a scientist. She paused expectantly as Elijah passed, smiling as he stopped to kiss her cheek on the way by. "You're the new GV900, though I prefer to call it the Gavin Series. It has a much nicer ring to it, don't you think?" She was right in front of him now, standing almost nose to nose. He was barely two inches taller.
"S-so I'm not...That's not..." He looked over at the GV200 body, wary of asking the question.
"Oh-no, you are him, just in a new body...Richard would never forgive me if I messed up that part." She smiled as he blinked. He didn't realise Nines had any friends. They had to be friends. They were on a first name basis, after all. His real name. "I've known Richard since elementary school, Connor, too. In fact, I should probably thank you for getting yourself in such a predicament. Thanks to you, I've been on two dates with Connor and got to tease him relentlessly." He wasn't sure how his body being smashed up led to her dating Connor, but the idea of anyone teasing that sack of shit pleased him immensely. It seemed she gauged his thoughts as she tittered in amusement.
"I'm not sure I follow, but thanks I guess." Picking up a handheld scanner, she checked him over. Since she'd made no move to harm him, and had in fact fixed him up, he remained still and relatively trusting as she worked.
"I'm please to say it looks like the new hardware has accepted and converted the old software into a useable format...You're officially good as new and ready for delivery." He guessed that meant his old memories were fully integrated and ready to go. He didn't feel any different in his own head. Things seemed to work faster, and he had a lot more memory space, but he still felt like himself. "I'd advise you to look over your new manual to familiarise yourself with your new abilities. You've been upgraded to work in your new capacity as a police detective, similar to the HK800, only more specialised. Your new body is a lot lighter and faster, better for chasing suspects and close combat." He liked the sound of that! Finally, no one could look down on him. He was no longer a clunky, outdated, lesser model.
Opening the internal manual, he found she was right. Rather than being stout and sturdy to hold back pressing crowds during riots, he was lightweight to allow for higher jumps and faster running speeds. His outer shell was made with a new polymer that was stronger than his previous casing, able to take significant impacts while still keeping him light. His internal components were also different. They were sleeker, smaller, and more advanced. His processing speed was also faster, with a connection to a new cloud network that allowed him to exchange, store, and look up information a lot faster. His software was automatically stored and updated on the server every hour in the background, so if he ever got damaged again, there would always be an updated version of himself ready for download.
"This is amazing! How did you even manage all this? I fully shut down in the street!"
"I'm Chloe Kamski! When it comes to androids, there's no better authority." Many would say she sounded smug, but as the creator of androids, she was right. There was no one who knew androids better than she did. "Although your body shut down, you were still warm enough when you got to us that I could hook up your systems for an emergency download. I did think there might be some data corruption, which is why I told Richard not to get his hopes up, but your old hard drives were remarkably resilient. It took a little longer than expected, and the data needed to be converted to a more...modern format, but here you are!" She certainly seemed pleased with herself. He was pleased himself, though he wasn't sure quite what to think of himself.
Until now, he'd always been GV200, but that was no longer accurate. Bringing up his profile, he found that he'd been registered as Gavin. A GV900 model owned by Richard James Anderson. That was a change from his previous ownership. He'd been registered as property of the Detroit Police Department before, working directly under Captain Stern with orders to follow Detective Anderson's instructions unless it would interfere with DPD regulations or break the law. Nines was now his highest authority, though he still couldn't break the law without justification.
"When you're ready, I'll have Elijah drive us over to Richard's apartment. I can't wait to see his face!" She was giddy as a schoolgirl as she performed a few final checks and had him turn on his human facade. He was surprised to find his face looked exactly the same, right down to the thin blue scar across his nose. He'd had it since his third year of active service, long before Nines had arrived at the DPD. It was something Nines had been very clear about. He expected his partner to be returned as he'd been before. That promise had been broken a little with his weight and build. He was a little slimmer, toned but not bulky, and he was obviously lighter. Despite that, Chloe was certain he'd be pleased with her handiwork.
"What, in the name of all that's holy, is this?" Gavin demanded as he held up the pile of soft looking clothes.
"Your new uniform...Go ahead and put it on." He was apprehensive as he held up the stretchy looking jeans. They clung to his legs, stretching tight over his musculature and hugging his rounded ass. They would have been uncomfortable over his genitals if he'd been human, but his new component had no feeling unless it was activated, so he easily tucked that away. He would have been surprised by the new addition if not for the note in his manual that specified he'd been fitted for undercover assignments with fully functional parts and a removable LED. The old circle for his power core was also hidden now, snug in his diaphragm, out of sight.
Over the insultingly snug jeans was a soft black top with long sleeves. It was soft and loose as he pulled it on, resting over his hips so his ass was still on show. The final part of the outfit was a zipped hoodie. The sleeves, chest, and hood were white, but the back was black with GV900 Android embroidered on the back and chest and the usual triangular Cyberlife logo. On the right arm was a light blue strip, something to let everyone know from a distance that he was an android. Pulling on the hoodie, he left it open and pulled up the hood, turning this way and that in front of the glass wall.
"Well?"
"I look like a phcking delinquent!" Chloe laughed at his indignant outburst. It was true. The new clothes didn't quite give him the trim, professional look of his old street uniform, but it was more practical. It allowed for a wider range of motion and made him more casual and approachable. It also showed off his physical assets in a manner she knew Nines would find appealing.
"That's good. You already talk like one!" Gavin scowled at that, but he couldn't exactly argue. Slipping into a set of trendy-looking tennis shoes, he let Chloe lead the way to the car. He remained quiet as he sat in the backseat and Elijah drove. Chloe spoke with Elijah quietly, giving him the opportunity to steel himself for what was to come. What would Nines say? What would he think? Would he really believe it was him? Would he accept the changes? He was still turning it over as he followed Chloe and Elijah up the steps to Nines' door.
He lived in an old-style block. A wide building with three floors and stone staircases on the outside leading to outdoor entryways. On the second floor, they walked to the third door along and Elijah rang the bell. Nines looked like a shadow of himself as he opened it. How long was I out? That was probably something he should have checked before returning. By the dark rings around his eyes, pale complexion, and visible loss of weight, it seemed like at least a month, if not even longer. Dim silvery eyes brightened slightly upon seeing Elijah, quickly skimming along until they settled on Gavin.
"GV! You're back, you-" He stopped dead as he stepped out and took him in his arms. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pushed him back, holding him at arm's length to look him over. "You lost weight..." He could feel it in the embrace. His shoulders were slimmer, his torso smaller. Gavin scoffed at that, clicking his tongue and folding his arms as he scanned Nines' ailing body. He was malnourished and dehydrated, losing muscle mass through negligence.
"So did you." Nines looked suitably chastised, and more than a little tired.
"You...changed his model?" He turned his attention to Chloe, who nodded her agreement as she wrapped an arm across Gavin's back. Nines seemed a little wary of that fact, silvery eyes darting away each time he looked at him.
"I did. His old body was beyond repair, and the GV200 model is so outdated as a whole it would have been a waste to replicate it. This is the new GV900, or Gavin. His body has been fully upgraded to better serve you as a partner. I'll let Gavin explain his new abilities in his own time, but the most important thing to understand is that only the outside has changed. As promised, I was able to recover all the old software and put it in here." Nines seemed a little more open once he heard that, but it still seemed like he was waiting for something. What that was, Gavin wasn't sure. Perhaps it was something they'd figure out later.
"Gavin, hm?" He didn't seem too sure.
"Yes, Gavin. I can't believe you were working with the GV200 for over a year and never gave it a proper name! Shame on you, Richie!" Gavin could literally see the prickles of disgust running along his skin at the teasing nickname. He smirked, cocking his hip and folding his arms as he looked between them. The glare Nines sent his way told him quite clearly that he'd be tossed on the scrap heap if he ever dared bring this up again. "You can change the name, of course, but I think it suits him." Gavin had to agree. It did have a certain ring to it.
"Well, Gavin, I guess you should come in." The invitation was a little stiff and uncomfortable, as if he didn't quite trust Chloe's word. Gavin headed inside and left Chloe and Elijah to say their goodbyes. The apartment was the same as the last time he came. Neat, dim, boring, and soulless, except now there was one bright corner. A tall cream and beige cat tree stood by the window, and on the sill was a cosy-looking cat bed with a familiar ball of creamy fur curled up in it.
"Hey there, hey! Remember me?" Gavin cooed softly as he leaned down by the bed and stroked the soft fur. At his gentle touch, the small cat raised its tired head with a bleary meow, yellow eyes blinking as it took in his presence. "Oh, look at you..." The poor thing was still in a hip cast, barely able to lift it where it lay in the bed. Nines had clearly placed her there, and it was a her. He knew that much from his scans. He also knew she'd been through three surgeries and a lot of pampering. From the nuzzling and purring that followed, he was pretty sure she did remember him.
"I see you've met." Nines' voice sounded hesitant as he closed the door, as if they were meeting for the first time. He was dressed in his usual black jeans and tight turtleneck, black cotton clinging to his chest. Despite clinging to him, Gavin could see it wasn't as filled out as usual. He continued stroking the cat's head as he looked over his shoulder, still crouched by the sill.
"Of course! She's the one that got us into this mess, aren't you?" he cooed as he tickled her chin.
"You're blaming the cat? You're the one who ran out into traffic and got yourself smashed up!" He was angry. Of course he was. He hadn't had time to vent earlier. Gavin nodded sheepishly as he pushed himself to his feet. Nines was right. Going out there had been his choice.
"But if I hadn't gone out there, then you wouldn't have this cutie." Nines clicked his tongue and looked at the far wall. Honestly, before getting saddled with the cat, he wouldn't have cared. He'd much rather Gavin be safe than have some animal from the street living in his apartment. Unfortunately, after taking it to the vet and spending half his savings trying to save the damned thing, he'd gotten rather attached to it. Gavin seemed to know it, too. "What did you call her?" Nines didn't answer at first, brows furrowing as he continued glaring at the far wall. "Come on, you wouldn't have kept her this long if you didn't name her."
"I kept you."
"That's different! Besides, you did give me a name. GV, remember?" That wasn't a name! It was the first two letters of his model number! Something that was less of a mouthful than GV200! He hadn't put any thought into that! "So? What's her name?" Nines sighed grudgingly as he made his way over to pet the small cat's head, accepting the gentle nips on his fingers.
"Treacle, but I only named her because they needed a name for her medical records." Uh-huh, right, sure. It was almost like Nines knew he didn't believe him. "Besides, I didn't keep her for me..." he added in a small grumble. Gavin's green eyes widened slightly at the news. "I figured if you were going to get yourself killed over her, the least you could do was come back and take care of her." Had he been in his old body, he was pretty sure his processors would have whirred like a motor. His insides soared as he looked at the sleepy little cat and then at Nines.
"Really? She's mine? You kept her for me?" Nines barely had time to grunt out an agreement before powerful hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him down. Blue eyes widened as their lips met, slowly fluttering shut as those lips moved against his own. His hands came to rest on Gavin's slim hips, stroking higher to caress his back. Their lips parted slowly, but their hands remained as they looked at each other uncertainly. "S-sorry, I-uh...Those are some upgrades, huh?" He'd certainly never felt the urge to do that before, at least, not in a way he'd ever followed through on.
"What other upgrades did she add?" Nines had meant it to come out sounding bewildered, but with their recent kiss, it came out sounding husky. Gavin could feel his artificial skin heat at the question. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that warmed. The sensation was so foreign that he actually dropped his gaze to his crotch as thirium pooled south and started filling out his genital component. Unfortunately, his gaze dropping led to Nines' following. "Oh..." Oh? Was that good oh or bad oh? Looking up, he found Nines' pale cheeks had darkened a shade with his own.
"I-I think I can turn it off." It was a component like any other. He could activate and deactivate all of them. Firm hands gripped his ass and dragged him forward before he could, blue eyes lidding as they stood chest to chest. Gavin had to lean back a little to focus on his face, which pushed his pelvis closer. A shiver ran through him at the sensation. His new component was trapped between their bodies, pressed from either side.
"Do you want to turn it off?" That was a loaded question. What did it mean if he didn't want to turn it off? Wait a minute, why don't I want to turn it off? Why is keeping it on even an option? No warnings popped up, no improper use of hardware notifications, no software instabilities. Despite that, he was pretty sure he hadn't deviated. He was still bound by basic human laws, and Nines was still his registered owner. The barest sound stuck in his throat as Nines' thigh slipped between his legs to press his crotch, grinding the growing component between them. "Do you?"
"No." That little whined word was all Nines was waiting for. His feet left the floor in the next instant, surprising both of them with how easily he was lifted. Their lips connected again and nothing else seemed important as Nines staggered his way into the bedroom and tumbled onto the bed. Gavin didn't know what was happening, but it felt like a whole new set of sensors had fired up. With the hardening of his genital component came new trickles of delight on his skin. Each brush of Nines' hands on his skin sent ripples of pleasure coiling through his body.
He helped as Nines pushed the hoodie off his shoulders and dragged up the waist of his top. It was soon whipped over his head and tossed somewhere over Nines' shoulder. The only out-of-place item in the tidy room. Nines' top soon joined it as Gavin pulled it up and pawed at his slightly wasted body. He hadn't been eating properly these past few weeks. He could see his ribs and his abs were soft instead of rigid.
"You didn't take care of yourself while I was gone." Nines silenced him with a kiss, openly moaning as slim legs hooked over his hips. Gavin allowed the distraction for a while, but as an android, he wasn't about to forget what he was saying.
"I was a little busy." Sure, he had to nurse Treacle back to health and close a few cases, but that didn't mean he could stop eating! He'd only just gotten him back on a regular, healthy diet after nagging him relentlessly for an entire year. "Besides, taking care of me is your job." Gavin bit his shoulder in reproach, but didn't argue as eager hands squeezed his ass and popped the button of his tight jeans. Another stuttered curse fled his lips as the waist loosened. It was the most heavenly feeling. The uncomfortable tightness disappeared, and with a few gentle tugs, his cock sprang free of its cotton prison.
"N-Nines!" He gasped, cooling his internal processors as a warm hand gripped his cock and stroked. Pleasure warmed his insides, forcing moans of approval from his lips. There was also something else. Something at the other end. He shuddered, covering his mouth and looking away at the warm, pooling sensation. He tightened his ass, squirming in discomfort as a lubrication protocol activated. "Oh sweet-jeez, this is weird." Nines paused, holding himself up on his arms, ready to stop. As a human, he knew it was perfectly natural, but from an android's perspective, the new feelings were probably outlandish.
"Are you alright?" Gavin seemed squeamish as he squirmed and looked away, covering his mouth with one hand.
"I-I'm leaking." From the pink of his cheeks, Nines assumed it was something to do with his genital component. Stroking the firm cock, he teased the slit with his thumb, spreading the thin thirium based coating that had pooled there.
"This? It's perfectly normal to-"
"No! Not there!" Nines blinked in surprise, stroking lower to feel along his perineum. He was right. There was something warm and wet seeping through the tight, artificial ring of his ass. That wasn't normal. Pulling back his fingers, he was surprised to find the liquid was thick and clear, like a water-based lubricant. "I-I think that's normal?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. Nines propped himself on one arm while he returned his fingers to the slickened entrance.
"It probably needs a little more exploration first..." Gavin gasped as two fingers circled and teased the loosening ring, softening the surrounding tissue. "Relax, GV...Let me in..." He shivered at the sound of his old name on Nines' lips. More gentle encouragements followed, murmured praise as his muscles relaxed and those fingers finally pushed inside. Gavin whined and trembled as soft lips attacked his throat, slowly working down to his pecs. He yelped, lacing a hand in Nines' hair as teeth nipped one of his sensitive nubs. Whatever program had kicked in, it was wreaking havoc on his sensors. Each little touch sent a small surge through his genital component, making it twitch and grow.
"Agh-ph-Nines!" A sharp jolt of pleasure tore his insides as Nines' fingers stroked along his walls. He pushed and pressed at different angles, almost searching for something until Gavin's hips bucked and his eyes shot wide. Mindless little noises slipped out as his fingers pressed again, crooking and rubbing that one little spot. Just when he thought it was all too much, Nines stopped and pulled out, returning to his lips as he leaned down to lose his own pants somewhere on the bed. Gavin pawed at him needily, pulling his hair and raking sharp nails up his back. The stinging pain tore a grunt from Nines' lips as he fisted his cock, almost glaring as he gripped Gavin's ass with one hand and positioned himself.
"GV...Fuck, you're tight..." It was almost heavenly as he pushed inside. He'd heard people talk about it and seen the Eden Club reviews, but he'd always thought it was at least partly exaggerated. From the very first push, it felt like he was being sucked in and massaged. The warm passage seemed to ripple around him as he entered, sucking harder as he drew his hips back as if willing him to stay. Gavin himself seemed unaware of this delightful sensation as he whined and squirmed beneath him. "Gavin..." If the sound of his old name was hot, the sound of his new name almost finished him immediately. It sounded sinful being grunted in his ear like that.
"Nines! Phck-Ni!" Nines snapped his hips at the encouragement, smirking against Gavin's shoulder at the sound of that distorted little swear word. It never came out sounding right. He rocked harder, rolling and grinding his hips in a way he'd only dreamed of before. This wasn't his first lover, but it was certainly his first android. His body was so light as it bounced against his thighs, each slap of flesh bringing a stream of new sounds. The nails returned, raking the skin to leave greedy little reminders. Nines bit his shoulder in return, though his own marks would fade within a few seconds. "N-Nines! S-something's-happening!" God, I hope so! Nines grunted an acknowledgement as he continued ploughing his ass, delivering firm snaps and holding himself on his forearms.
With a final keening mewl, Gavin came. Pleasure flooded his internal systems, sending wave after wave of bliss surging through his pelvis. As Gavin shuddered and spilled between them, Nines was subject to another unexpected side-effect. The grip on his cock tightened, pulling him deep and holding him captive as the artificial walls rumbled and rippled around him. He must have cried Gavin's name at least ten times as he was milked to completion. Gavin's walls only seemed to loosen as his erection flagged, the softening telling him he was done. Gavin was already lying boneless beneath him, panting softly as he stared at the ceiling with dazed green eyes. Nines held himself above him for a few moments, enjoying the fucked out, dazed look on his face before falling sideways in an exhausted heap. Sex had never been so draining before.
"That was..." Gavin didn't have the words to finish that sentence.
"Unexpected?" Nines huffed as he turned on his side. Gavin snickered softly as he rolled over to face him, still enjoying the odd, airy feeling of contentment that flooded his chest cavity. Green eyes fluttered as a gentle hand stroked his cheek, teasing the familiar rugged stubble. "I missed you." Having not had time to return the sentiment, Gavin wasn't sure what to say to that. Instead, he shuffled closer until he could bury himself in his tacky chest and litter his pecs with gentle kisses.
"I'm home."