Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Forty-Nine

After Hank left for work an hour later, you sat on the sofa with Sumo, waiting for Connor who felt he needed a shower. And considering the night prior, you decided to do the same once you were home.

Taken out of your purse and set on the table before you, your phone lit up with a text message.

[Are you busy today? You said you'd be willing to help me, and... I need help.]

Markus. You'd almost forgotten you'd agreed to help when he was working on a piece. But you wondered, why you specifically? At the time it made sense, considering his giant painting your prosthetic had inspired... but now you were just unclear. [I have no plans other than getting home to shower. What time do you want me there?]

[Whenever you're free. And please bring Connor. I actually need him more, no offense. Rude to not invite you both.]

So he was planning on painting your bodyguard? That was sort of cute, and you hoped Connor would appreciate it. [No offense taken. Now I'm all curious about what you're planning!]

[It's a compliment to the one I've done already. And I've gotten a lot of questions about the model, by the way.] The smile crept up before you realized. [With those reactions, I might have to do another exhibit or something. Reveal them both at once. They have to be a set and all.]

The gesture was so unbelievably sweet. Markus wanted to paint you both? If that didn't scream supportive, you didn't know what would. [You're an incredible friend, Markus. ♡]

While your messages could have been read, it wasn't necessary. Connor was silent, standing behind you, just enough on the side to get the gist of what he was seeing. You were casually chatting, unaware of his building anger.

But at you? No, of course not. You were falling victim to someone who insisted that he was a friend.

[Friend. Right. You cannot fool me again, Markus. If you believe I am blissfully ignorant, I will have to prove otherwise.

Very, very soon.]

His hands clenched tightly, mildly aware that he was drawing blood in his palms, but he couldn't seem to unclench them. The white light at his temple no longer flashed; it stayed white.

[You cannot use your work to deceive her and draw her closer. You may find that there is a bodyguard in your way.]

Where his rational mindset had gone, Connor didn't know. It seemed to have been replaced with a doppelganger. All of his anger and territorial thoughts seemed just as rational.

Hands slid onto your shoulders from behind, and you were gifted a kiss to your cheek. "Hi, honey. Feel better?"

"Immensely. I now know that... intimacy can be a sticky ordeal." Another kiss to your cheek before he pulled away. "Were you messaging Hank?"

"Actually, no. It's Markus, he asked if we could head over today. He wants to do a new piece, and... he asked for you." You stood up and went to take his hands, smiling and unaware of the storm brewing in your android's head.

The attentions were soothing, but not enough to truly pull Connor out of the grasp of the vines. He was trapped, the life slowly being squeezed out of him if he wasn't careful. "Me? A painting of me would be... unusual. Now I'm curious." The smile was gentle and deceptive. "You requested a shower, so we should return to your home first. Then we can pay him a visit."

[And the problem will be taken care of.]

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You'd had to take a taxi to get home, but once you were showered and changed again, the two of you drove off to visit Markus. You grinned at the android in your passenger seat. "I notice you aren't wearing your tie again," you teased.

"Whatever keeps your eyes on me," the android replied softly.

There was a single note of concern at his answer, but he was learning to tease back, after all. Reaching over, a hand laid on his thigh. "You don't have to worry about that. I told you, you're perfect."

Connor eyed the hand on his leg, well aware that he could feel it. "... I'm afraid that if you keep complimenting me, you might have to pull the car over."

"Um... what do you mean?"

"I'm perfectly willing to use the backseat, love."

"..... whoa." Where the hell was this coming from? Did the android get laid and open up some kind of hidden knowledge on relationships? "Does the RK800 have a praise kink?"

Perplexed, he eyed you. "I am... still unsure what a kink is."

"Something a little more specific that turns you on, hon. There are tons of them. Praise is actually one of them."

"... then you have a Daddy kink?"

Face burning, you shook your head rapidly. "No, no, oh god no! I was teasing when I blurted that out!"

"Good. I prefer my name. And I do not know for sure if praise has that effect on me."

After a little silence, your train of thought went off the rails. "So... most androids aren't given a name. Some of them are, especially prototypes. I know you just said you liked your name, but would you ever change it? You weren't given a choice when you were built."

"Humans are given no choice upon birth, either, but I see what you mean. I doubt I would change my name, but... I rather like the name Bryan."

It turned over in your head. "... I can see that. You look like a Bryan."

"I still prefer what I'm given. Hearing it from you, especially." His hand covered the one you still had on his thigh. "... maybe I do have this "praise kink" you mentioned, but I do not know how to find out."

"There's one way, but not while we're at someone else's house. I don't think Markus would, uh... appreciate his guests fucking in his house."

[It won't matter. He won't be functioning enough to appreciate anything.]