Reed smirked over his fifth beer as he watched Tina dancing with some girl she'd found. She was grinding down on the sandy-haired woman, who gripped her slim hips and rocked. It was rare for Tina to go for a Tom-boy. Usually she preferred the pretty girls. The ones in short skirts with long legs. He was so busy keeping an eye on Tina that he didn't notice the person pressing up behind until firm hands had gripped his hips and dragged him back to grind against a hardened lump.

"Good evening, Detective," a familiar voice purred right in his ear. His heart almost jumped into his throat as he felt the warm, teasing breath. He wasn't sure whether it was relief or lust. He relaxed against Anton, an almost sultry smile tugging his lips as he tilted his head obediently for the lips he knew would press his tender flesh. It was an old dance. One they'd done hundreds of times over the years. The only difference was they took a little more time these days. More teasing and thorough, less quick fucks in the back alleys.

"The phck are you doing here, Anton?" He had to raise his voice a little to be heard over the music. It was a pumping bass in his chest. Anton didn't seem to feel like responding as he leaned low over his shoulder. Firm hands slowly began pressing and circling on Reed's smaller hips. He couldn't help it as he rocked back, biting his bottom lip as he felt the solid lump press against his ass and slide lower. He looked over his shoulder and was met with mischievous chocolate eyes and a seductive smirk.

"I had some business...Before you ask, no. Still nothing for you...Well, nothing for your case," he added as he rocked his hips, letting Reed feel without a doubt that he had at least one thing to give him. Reed held back a moan, though he doubted Anton would have heard it over the noise of the busy club anyway. He sighed and closed his eyes. This is a bad idea. He'd decided a long time ago that this thing had to stop. They had a working relationship now. It wouldn't be right to get involved. How many times have I said that over the years?

"Phck!" Reed moaned as Anton bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking and kissing the pale skin. That was a dirty move. Anton knew that was a weak spot. Reed felt his pants tighten painfully and turned in his strong arms. A knee slipped between his thighs before he could even think to close them. "Last time," Reed grumbled in warning, watching Anton smirk. Familiar words. Familiar touches. It was almost like old times.

"That's what you say every time, Tesorino." He didn't give him a chance to respond as he leaned in and kissed him. Everything in Reed's head briefly screamed at him that this was a bad idea, but as usual, he ignored his better judgement. He was hungry for it as he kissed back, battling Anton's tongue all the way. It was almost like fighting for dominance. Of course, Anton won in the end, but he always enjoyed the fight. It made the feeling of Reed finally melting in his arms even more satisfying. Reed was soon clinging to him, breathless and needy as always, so desperate to be fucked. He always waited until he was desperate to come to these places.

"Your place?" Anton murmured in his ear, feeling Reed nod his agreement before he half carried him through the crowd. Reed managed to shoot Tina a quick text to let her know, though from what he'd seen earlier, she was set for the night anyway. Anton hailed a taxi and almost threw him into the backseat. Their lips barely parted the whole way. Anton paid wirelessly with his card before helping him stumble up the path to the door. His heart was racing so fast he felt like he was in his twenties again.

Reed somehow got the door open before stumbling inside, instantly finding his back against the wall. Lynx prowled over briefly, scanning the two humans. They were both authorised to be there. Reed was the house owner, and the other man was a semi-regular guest. He turned and continued his patrol, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to scan the figure that had appeared at the top. It was the RK900, registered to Reed. He was authorised. Lynx continued on his way. Finally in his house, Reed let loose a little. A needy moan escaped his lips as he clung desperately to Anton's larger shoulders. Anton had no trouble lifting him. Reed's legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they continued to devour each other in the middle of the living room.

"Bedroom?" Anton asked breathlessly as he drew back a little to gaze up at him with hungry eyes.

"Too far!" Reed replied needily, watching a wicked smirk pull Anton's handsome lips. He rocked their hips together, enjoying the way Reed threw his head back, almost smacking it on the wall behind. The only reason he didn't was that Anton had already stepped away to carry him to the sofa. They settled down on the plush surface, Anton's hands instantly searching beneath his tight tank top. Reed tugged it off and tossed it aside with a grunt, shifting his hips to do the same with his tight pants. Anton did the same as he knelt over him, shrugging out of his black shirt and lowering his trousers just enough to pull his shaft free.

"You're lucky one of us came prepared," Anton teased as he tugged a small bottle of lube from his trouser pocket. Reed scoffed. Of course, Anton was walking around with lube in his pocket, and a condom in his wallet. He'd point out that the wallet was actually the worst place to keep a condom, but his mouth was busy licking and biting Anton's pecs. He breathed in Anton's cologne. It was a familiar spiced scent, nothing like Nines' gentle thirium smell. Besides the slight hint of thirium, androids didn't carry a scent. "Open your legs for me, Tesorino," Anton purred in a deep, velvety rumble as he stroked one of his milky thighs. Reed idly wondered if Nines would have sounded a little like that, though if the other RK900s were anything to go by, he'd have sounded a lot like Connor. He couldn't imagine Connor doing dirty talk.

"Oh God, Anton! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Reed moaned as he leaned up eagerly and kissed him. Anton chuckled as he began teasing his tight entrance with slick fingers. He could feel Reed rocking against the digits, eagerly trying to force them deeper. It had been far too long since he'd last been fucked. Had it been Anton back then, too? He couldn't remember. Probably. Anton always seemed to turn up when he was out on the prowl.

"You're so desperate for me tonight, Tesorino...Slow down and enjoy it." Anton huffed in amusement as he continued teasing him with his fingertips. He stroked outside the tight ring for a while, enjoying the needy mewls that escaped the usually aggressive man beneath him. He was only ever this docile during sex, as far as Anton knew. He'd never seen him so pliant at any other time. He finally rewarded him, inserting one finger. Reed clutched his shoulders and pulled him closer, a content hum escaping his lips as he squirmed and writhed.

Anton leaned down to trail nips and kisses down his throat and across his chest, lavishing attention on his hardened nipples as he added another finger. The moans Reed was letting out became low and guttural as he writhed in contentment. Anton knew just where and how to touch. He was three fingers deep now, ready to have him ride his cock. Anton settled down on the sofa and tugged Reed onto his lap, straddling him obediently. Reed was leaning his hands on the back of the sofa, facing the stairs, but paid no attention to anything besides the man staring up at him.

"I think this is my favourite position," Anton teased as he lined himself up and slowly eased Reed's hips down to take him. Reed's mouth fell open in a contented sigh, eyes closing as his head tilted. It always felt so good, the first push of Anton's length filling his passage. He gripped the back of the sofa and used it to lever himself up before dropping back down. They both moaned at the sensation. Anton's hands moved to grasp his hips in a bruising grip as he snapped his up against him. He always loved getting his hands on Reed. He was perfect. The roundness of the ass in his hands. The tightness of his passage as it gripped his shaft. The perfect pecs that rose and fell before his eyes as he rode him like a jockey at the Derby. Anton rose with each bounce of Reed's hips, meeting him with a satisfying clap each time, forcing those little mewls from his parted lips.

Reed lost himself in the warmth and sensations. He allowed Anton him to angle and rock his body up and down. He rode his cock like his life depended on it, chasing his orgasm. He kissed him eagerly, a mixture of tongues, teeth, and saliva. He tasted like vodka and coke. He vaguely wondered whether androids had a flavour as he drew back and stared into Anton's brown eyes. They were like molten chocolate pools, burning him with their intensity. They were fiery and beautiful, but part of him was craving icy blue.

Sensing movement, Reed raised his eyes. His breath caught as he looked at the stairs. Nines was there. Frozen with an expression of shock and embarrassment. Reed moaned loudly as Anton found his prostate. Anton almost growled against his chest as he fucked up harder. Reed didn't know what to do as his spot was abused again and again while he and Nines just stared at each other. Their eyes were locked. Nines couldn't read the emotions in Reed's eyes, but they were hot and intense, though perhaps a little horrified. Reed was surprised to find Nines' blue crystals were much warmer than he'd expected, filled with want and confusion. His LED was circling red as he tried to process what he was seeing.

Reed whined helplessly as he was fucked from below. His body jerked with each snap of Anton's hips. He was going to come. He was going to come, and Nines was looking right at him. Nines was watching him getting fucked. Nines was standing there in that neat, clean-cut uniform while he was kneeling naked on his sofa taking a cock in his ass like a cheap whore. His shaft twitched and throbbed at the realisation, another moan escaping as Nines just continued to stare. Oh-God! Oh-phck! He came as Nines bit his own lip. A small bead of blue appeared. Reed clung tightly to the sofa as white smeared his pelvis and Anton's chest. Anton was holding him close as he rocked up again and again, pounding him with each thrust until he finished with a deep, satisfied moan, pressing tired kisses to his glistening pecs.

I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry! Nines signed over and over as he shifted his gaze and stumbled back a little on the stairs. The noise drew Anton's attention as he caught his breath. He looked between Nines and Reed in surprise. He hadn't realised anyone else was in the house. Nines couldn't think or focus as he processed what he'd just witnessed. Reed's body was as perfect as he remembered, though he could only see the upper half. He wanted to take his time to examine it and all its scars, but he knew that wasn't his place.

"Shit-shit-shit-I forgot! Damn-phck!" Reed swore as he lifted himself off Anton, who looked terribly amused. He also had no shame. He was content to remain topless with his pants wide open as he turned sideways to regard the attractive android on the staircase. He was surprised Reed had one. Last he knew, he couldn't stand the things. He'd certainly gotten himself an attractive model though. Elegant features. Perfect freckles. Glossy hair. Ticked all the fantasy boxes.

"You forgot you had this lovely plaything holed up here? Now that I don't believe!" Anton teased in amusement as he got to his feet, righting his pants as he went. Nines stayed where he was near the bottom of the stairs as the unknown human approached. They were around the same height, though Nines was a little taller. Reed stammered an objection as he grabbed his pants and hurriedly tugged them on.

Plaything? Nines signed curiously, looking between the two humans anxiously. Anton didn't know sign language, so he looked to Reed for a translation.

"He's not a phcking Traci! He's my partner!" Reed interrupted in a nervous fluster. At his admission, Anton's brown eyes snapped so wide he looked positively owlish. "Not like that, dipshit! He's my work partner...Nines hasn't found a place of his own yet, so he's crashing here. My bad, I totally forgot what with...well..." Reed stammered as he motioned between himself and Anton. He couldn't help but notice how damned quiet Nines had gotten, and the way he could barely meet his gaze. He seemed even more uncomfortable as Anton drew nearer and began to step around him. That wasn't surprising. Nines hadn't had many positive human interactions until now.

"You've thought about it though, right? Taking this baby for a spin? This thing would fucking rail you!" Anton teased appreciatively as he looked Nines up and down. Nines' blue eyes widened as a large hand swatted his firm rump. He suddenly didn't know what to do or say. This human didn't have the right to lay hands on him, but as a police officer and non-deviant, it wouldn't be right for him to physically respond. He settled for looking up at Reed as he signed.

Please don't do that. His brow twitched as Anton touched him again, softer this time. The hand stroked up his rounded ass and curled around to feel his hip. He examined him the way a human might examine a horse or dog they planned to purchase, testing the muscles with experienced fingers. Anton gave an appreciative hum, clearly enjoying his exploration. Nines did not enjoy it. Stop it! He felt vulnerable. His body stiffened as he considered pushing him away. A push wouldn't be so bad, would it? It wouldn't hurt him. His programming disagreed. He hadn't been authorised to do anything.

"Hey! Get your phcking hands off him! He's told you to stop twice now!" Reed snapped as he stormed forward and grabbed Nines' wrist. Nines was surprised as he was tugged down the last few steps and into the living area until he was safely tucked behind his human. Anton looked surprised and ran an awkward hand through his hair. It wasn't like Reed to act like this. Not over a machine, at least. He acted protectively over the little cutie he usually went out with, but she didn't exactly need it. She was a little firecracker.

"I was just checking it out," he excused innocently as he tilted his head. Reed's jaw tightened at his words. Nines wasn't an it. He wasn't a thing. "Alright! I'm sorry I touched your fancy android without permission." The apology was aimed at Reed rather than Nines himself. Reed was still pissed. He calmed as he felt a gentle hand on his arm and looked across at Nines, who seemed somewhat subdued.

It's alright, Detective. I'm sure he meant no harm...Nines didn't like the tension that now seemed to linger in the air. He wasn't the only one who'd noticed. The mood had clearly been ruined, and Reed looked set to pout for the rest of the night, so Anton quietly redressed and made sure he had everything. He briefly approached and left a parting kiss at the corner of Reed's mouth, which he didn't return through his frown. He said a quick goodbye and was gone with a quiet click of the front door. Phcking asshole!

"It's not alright! The phck were you doing? Would you let anyone touch you like that?" Reed demanded as he scowled up at him. Nines was currently finding his feet very interesting. His shoes were tucked away by the door, so he was only wearing standard black socks. He looked up as Reed's fist tapped his arm. He hadn't even removed his Cyberlife jacket yet. Damn, we need to get him some new clothes!

I am unable to react without prior authorisation. Reed's eyes shot open at the revelation. As an un-deviated android, I am not authorised to risk harming a human. Pushing him away would have risked injury on the staircase, so I was limited in what I could do. He watched a flicker of guilt cross Reed's expression. He should have known Cyberlife would fuck up his programming like that. He sighed as he stumbled a little towards the kitchen, the alcohol in his system slowly catching up to him.

"For future reference, you have authorisation. If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, you can do whatever the phck you want to make them stop, you hear me?" A flicker of warmth clouded Nines' silvery eyes as he nodded.

I do. Thank you, Detective. He hovered awkwardly between the stairs and the living area and watched as Reed opened the fridge and found the salad and sandwich from earlier. They had been carefully wrapped and stored for his return. Something warm swirled in his stomach as he took out the carefully prepared and stored food.

"Thanks...You didn't have to make me food though," Reed said with that familiar guilty embarrassment. Nines responded with the usual I wanted to comment, watching with a certain level of satisfaction as Reed grabbed a fork and began eating the salad. "It's good..." he trailed off as he munched on crunchy lettuce. His cheeks filled like a hamster. Nines' gaze was still strangely soft as he watched him bustle around the kitchen.

I am sorry, Detective. Had I realised you were...I did not mean to spy on you, only I heard the noise and...Nines apologised after a few moments of quiet crunching. He felt bad as Reed seemed to choke on some cucumber. It seemed he'd been doing his best not to think about that moment. Nines had it recorded with perfect recall. The heat in his hazy green eyes as they'd stared at him in mute horror had sent a shock to his crotch, thirium automatically pooling southwards. He wanted to see it again. That expression. That heat. That desperation.

"Shit happens, I get it...It was my fault anyway. I don't know how I forgot you were staying here and...This is why I'm so keen for you to have your own place! You don't want embarrassing shit like this happening all the phcking time!" Nines had to hold himself back from saying he didn't mind. That wasn't entirely true. He did mind. He minded because it meant that Reed was clinging to someone else. That he was naked atop someone else. That it was someone else buried within his body. Intimacy was something he'd never physically experienced, but he knew from interfacing with Connor and watching other humans interact that it was special. It helped humans connect in a special way. It was a little like interfacing. An exchange of physical data and affection.

Next time, I shall endeavour to stay out of your way. Nines quietly hoped that there wouldn't be a next time, selfish as he knew it was. Reed was pliant, almost docile, after physical intimacy. He was more relaxed than he'd been over the past couple of days, despite the shock he'd had at being watched and then fighting with the other human. Nines was quietly touched he'd shown such concern for his welfare. He'd been almost protective as he'd pulled him out of the other human's reach.

"Yeah, uh...I'll...try giving you a heads-up next time..." Reed murmured awkwardly as he peeled the cellophane off the sandwich. It was just processed ham and cheese with a little tomato and mayonnaise, but it still tasted great to his starved stomach. He hummed appreciatively as he ate, still standing against the counter. Nines joined him and poured out a glass of water, putting it down beside his hand.

You were drinking. You should rehydrate. Reed couldn't argue with that.

"Yes, mum," he teased as he sipped the water. He lowered the glass to the counter and froze as he felt a thumb brush the corner of his mouth. Nines drew back and looked at the white smear on his skin, unsure what he was going to do with it now that he'd wiped it. He could put it in his own mouth and analyse it, or he could wipe it on his pants and dirty his only pair of trousers. He looked at Reed, his chest stammering as he wondered what would happen if he pressed it against his lips. He settled for option one, keeping eye contact with Reed as his tongue darted out to slowly lick the mayonnaise from his digit. Jesus phcking Christ! Reed felt his tired shaft twitch and blinked, looking down at his plate. Going out tonight was supposed to help with this problem! He shuddered, fucking shuddered, as he felt Nines' hand rest on the back of his neck. His head jerked up, surprising Nines enough to remove his hand.

Sorry...I said I'll go to my room now. Reed quickly realised he'd been trying to get his attention. Of course, that's what it was. Reed rested his hand on the back of his neck. He could still feel the light tingling sensation where Nines' fingers had pressed. He swore his voice came out higher than usual as he responded.

"Sure, I'll see you in the morning." He watched as Nines headed upstairs with even steps. He sighed when he heard his bedroom door close, his whole body sagging. This had been one fucked up night. He closed his eyes a moment as he thought back to the feeling of Nines' eyes upon him as he'd ridden Anton. He was almost rock hard again from the thought. No one looked at him like that. Like he actually mattered. Like they wanted him so much they couldn't stand it. Phck, if he wasn't an android...Maybe it was better that he was an android. He was basically admitting he'd bed a confused abuse victim. I'm such a phcking asshole!

He finished his water and sandwich before heading up to bed, pausing briefly outside Nines' door. He listened and heard nothing, wondering again whether he should check in on him. He'd had a nasty shock after all, seeing him like that and then getting groped himself. It wouldn't hurt just to check in and make sure he's really alright. He wondered if he should knock. He really should, but it was quiet, and Nines might be in standby mode or something. If that were the case, knocking might wake him up.

He gripped the handle and opened the door slowly, his eyes already adjusted to the dimness of the hallway. There was no movement as he opened the door. He could see Nines, fully dressed besides his jacket and shoes, curled up on top of the sheets. The LED on his forehead was flashing a steady blue, filling the room with a gentle glow. He was on his side, head resting comfortably on the pillow, with something bundled up in his arms. Curious, Reed shuffled closer. That...is the strangest, but cutest thing I've ever phcking seen. Nines was sleeping peacefully while clutching his worn leather jacket against his chest. The material hood of the jacket was tucked up against his cheek and beneath his chin while the sleeves trailed over his almost folded arms.

Not wanting to risk embarrassing him, Reed took a few quiet steps back and shut the door. It filled him with an oddly warm feeling that he brought Nines such comfort. Comfort wasn't something he usually gave to people. Generally, people who dealt with him felt angry, annoyed, frustrated or pathetic. He made Nines feel safe and comfortable. It was nice, and somewhat humbling. Nines was an RK900. The strongest and most advanced android ever created, and yet he was curled up with his old jacket like a child. Phck, that's phcking adorable!