Gavin Reed x RK900 (18+)

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Should he do it?
He was deadly curious about how it would feel like to get fucked by an android, but buying a dildo made out of the parts for a Traci model seemed a bit extreme. Especially if that dildo cost more than three times the fee of renting the whole android.

But he knew he couldn't actually go to an Eden Club- if they even operated still. If one of his colleagues saw him come out of there, he'd be so embarrassed he'd move to a different continent. If he didn't want to pay a rents worth of money for a home visit- the dildo was his only viable option to getting an android dick inside him.

He stared at the offer on his phone for a few more minutes, contemplating if he should only get the lube afterall. He went back and forth until he audibly said "phck it" and clicked on purchase.
The confirmation message let him know that the package would arrive the following day- friday- after his shift.

Gavin felt weirdly restless, giddy and nervous. He couldn't wait for the dildo to finally arrive and get dirty with it- but what if something went wrong? Or someone would find the thing at his home? He needed to find an extra secure spot for it.

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"Good morning Detective" RK900 greeted him as the Detective passed him. "Morning" Gavin replied grumpy, then added "you need a better name than RK900. It's annoying." he couldn't care less about whether or not it had an actual name. But he wanted to moan it's name when he jerked off to it and saying 'RK900' wasn't necessarily the sexiest thing he could think of.

Entertained the android locked eyes with him "Any suggestions?" Gavin scoffed, "Use your big robot brain and come up with something yourself." - "But I value your opinion" it shot back immediately, closely watching the humans face. He had noticed these comments more ever since RK900 wrongly guessed Gavin had a praising kink. It was almost as if it tried to prove it was right- which it wasn't.

"Welp if you bring me a coffee maybe you'll hear my valuable opinion" Gavin smiled at it with false friendliness. Two could play that game. And maybe it wasn't all that bad that RK900 thought he was horny for praise. That could ensure him getting through his next years with more ease, till he eventually got shot on duty. That's how he always imagined himself to die.

A few minutes later the robot stood beside his desk, staring him down until Gavin finally looked its way. He expected another 'shoving my fingers inside your mouth until you almost cum' scene. Though the thing he least expected happened instead. The tinman held a steaming hot coffee cup inside its mechanic hands. Gavin just stared at it. This had to be some sort of trick right? Why was it being so compliant?

"Your coffee, Detective." it put the cup down, but didn't move towards its seat. "What?" Gavin asked rudely, unsure if it owed the android a 'thank you'.
"The name?" it reminded him. Oh yeah. Right.

Gavin thought for a second. "What about Nines?" he asked, he had never been very creative. RK900's LED lit up yellow once again as it saved the new nickname. "Understood." it was eery how robotic and acquiescent it was now compared to before. Where was that hot headed 'you do as I say' robot he fantasized about after every shift?

Or did they both just seriously misread eachother that bad? Gavin was mistaken by the android for some softhearted, praise deprived loner and he had mistaken Nines - god that name would sound great moaned - as a sadistic machine that wouldn't hesitate to humilate and hurt him; when in reality it just... What was the reality if not that?

Could Nines be projecting? Was it secretly the rough loner who only wanted a little praise? Intrigued, Gavin decided he would have to find out if that was true.
The android had since returned to its desk and sat back down. Should he just thank the robot and see if that would trigger any big reaction? Though other people could overhear him talking nicely towards a robot- worst of all Hank could hear him.