Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Twenty-Eight

Trying not to frown visibly, you kept looking around, hoping that Connor would come from around the corner. The so-called detective had you backed against the wall near the restrooms; he wasn't blocking your way... yet.

There was something in his eyes that you immediately didn't trust. He didn't look familiar, but you weren't in the precinct much at all. Slowly your hands slid behind your back, grasping your purse and praying that he wouldn't notice. "I'm sorry, Detective Reed, but I still don't understand why I need your help."

"Gavin. Please." If he was trying to be enticing, it was a complete failure: he just made you feel like prey. "And again, I'm sorry for startling you. I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before it was too late."

"... Again, Detective, I don't understand. Can you please back up a bit?" Gavin tilted his head a little. "You're a little too close for comfort."

"You look nervous. I'm not trying to corner you," he murmured, hands in his coat pockets. He made no motion to give you space. "When Connor told me he had a date, I had a hard time believing it at first." Now your eyes locked onto his own, both wary and suspicious; why was he bringing Connor into this? "But Lieutenant Anderson backed him up, so I got curious. I wondered what sort of being would catch his eye." His expression shifted, making an attempt to seem concerned. "I was happy for him, but... I realized it was you."

"What does that matter? The case is closed. And please back off, I do not feel comfortable." You felt like you'd end up yelling at him, but it might be the only thing to bring your date to your rescue. Especially since it looked like the hallway you were trapped in was otherwise deserted.

Instead of listening, Reed took a small step closer. "That prototype that went after you looks just like Connor. And I'm concerned you might start trusting him and make the same mistake again."

A surge of anger spread and pulsed in your veins, and it took all your willpower not to deck his fucking face. Behind your back, you'd slid your hand into your purse, at the ready. "What's concerning, Detective, is that you don't put trust in a fellow detective. He guarded me with his life and he's the sweetest man I've met! Now kindly back the hell off! You're creeping me out!"

His thin veil of well-meaning concern cracked, and Gavin had the balls to get closer still. He was taller, and took visible pleasure in looking down at you. "You're wasting time and energy on him." Your stomach sank when he leaned in, internally screaming but knowing full-well that you couldn't just punch him. He was a detective, and there were consequences for assaulting law enforcement. "Surely you understand that something like him can't do everything you might need."

Face burning in a mix of embarrassment and fury, you bared your teeth. "Back. Off."

"Ditch the Roomba. I'll take you home. Talk some sense into you. I'd hate to hear a woman like you wasting your effort and body on something that can't sati--"

Well, you'd told him to give you space more than three times. In response, Reed crept closer. So he was entirely unprepared when you brought your hand forward, forcibly shoving the taser to his stomach. The rest of his disgusting suggestion died in a muddle of sounds, body convulsing with the electricity.

He was on the floor twitching violently by the time you saw a figure in black skidding to a stop close by. Connor had a glorious minute of looking horrified, then just confused. But he snapped out of it quickly, coming to your side. "Are you all right? I... I should have checked in on you much earlier, I'm sorry..."

Hand on his chest, you shook your head. "No, no, it's all right. This fucker was trying to tell me he was a detective, and to completely--"

"Reed?" The android looked down at the twitching mess on the floor. "Detective Gavin Reed. You t--..." His face contorted before covering it with a hand. "... y... you tased him," he mumbled, voice strained.

Shit. "Oh my fucking God I tased a real detective. Fuck me, I am in so much fucking trouble..."

Behind his hand, Connor was making a tremendous effort, but suddenly burst into laughter. His arm gently went around your waist, guiding you away. "Tell Hank."

"Connor, I tased a detective. I'm in deep shit." How the fuck did he find it so funny?!

The arm around you tugged you a bit closer. The android's face was calm, but he was definitely still amused. "Tell Hank. Message him. He will contact the gallery for the surveillance footage, so a formal complaint can be built against him." In front of the elevator you were turned towards him, pulled closer still. Your heart sped up, trying to figure out when Connor learned to take charge like this. "I... thank you. Detective Reed has been a nuisance from the beginning."

"He was trying to convince me to leave you. He's a fucking creep, I could never abandon you for anyone. Least of all someone like him."

For a long, long moment, he gazed at you in silence. Your words echoed and replayed in his head, soothing and comforting. Slowly his hands rose, gingerly tipping your head back beneath your chin. Connor edged closer still, grazing lips against your own. It was a fucking tease, since he paused. "... please... I... please allow me this."

How the hell is he asking for consent and making it exciting?!

"I... should have asked the first time... and it's... difficult to--"

"Stop fucking talking," you interrupted, managing no more than a whisper. "Take it. Take what you want, Connor."

One more moment of his hesitation before he closed the awful gap. It was nothing like his first, apologetic kiss; a hand slipped behind your head, pulling it closer, the other hand still under your chin. Your brain spun, still reeling from his sudden burst of confidence. Hands went to link together behind his neck, but you ended up clutching his shoulders instead. It might have been the heels, but you were positive the unsuspecting android was the cause of your legs threatening to give way.

Neither of you wanted to, but you were caught in a hell of a moment in front of the art gallery elevator, so the kiss had to be broken. There was a soft, vague whine of protest the instant Connor pulled away. "... thank you," he murmured. "I... don't have many people so adamant on defending me."

Strength returned to your body, little by little. Your pleasantly hazy mind was another matter. "Connor. You're worth defending."

You'd forgotten androids were capable of crying, until the tears poured with worrying speed down his face.