Detriot: Becomes Human (One shots)

Plastic Prick (Gavin x Connor)

"Oh look, a fucking ghost." Gavin smirked, walking up to the taller android. Connor turned to him, forcing a slight smile.

"Morning, Detective Reed." He greeted. Gavin chuckled, looking back to the police officer sitting at the table. Gavin then looked back to Connor, his eyes trailing up and down his metal body. He was pretty cute.

"I've never seen an Android like you before..." Gavin started. His eyes trailed down again as he bit the inside of his cheek before looking back up at Connor, locking eyes with the negotiator. "What model are you?" He asked.

"RK800." Connor answered. "I'm a prototype."

Gavin scoffed slightly, turning to his peer at the table again. "A prototype, huh?" He snickered. Gavin has been known to always be a hardhead toward Androids, he planned on keeping it that way. Although Connor's gentle eyes made his knees weak, there was no way he'd be soft in front of the nearby police officers. "Hey, why not get me a coffee, Dipshit." He snickered. Connor was silent as his eyes narrowed. "Well, get a move on!" He shouted. Connor turned to the coffee machine, smoothly pulling a cup out from the top cupboard.

Gavin turned, pointing to the android with a teasing look. Connor turned back around, shoving the coffee toward Gavin as in an invitation to take. Gavin paused before taking it out of his hand, turning to walk away. He looked over the nearby officers, one with a nose in a file report, one with a pair of head phones in, and the closest talking on the phone. He turned to Connor, muttering a single sentence that only he and Connor could hear,

"Thank you."

//

"How long have you been making coffee for that fucking bastard anyways?" Hank asked, nudging at the fact that Connor pulled down three cups from the shelf. 

"Two months and 18 days." Connor replied. Hank rolled his eyes, muttering a curse under his breath.

"You know you don't have to, why don't you take charge? Make Gavin go up against his own size." Hank smirked. Connor glanced over, tilting his head slightly.

"Take charge? Are you indicating that I refuse to make detective Reed coffee?" Connor asked.

"Force him to make his own damn coffee. Make him scared Connor, teach him to never boss you around again."

"Hank, how would I accomplish that?"

"You're smart, Connor. Figure it out." Hank pat his shoulder before leaving the break room, leaving Connor with a flashing yellow LED.

Researching...
How to take charge

/

"Hey plastic!" Gavin yelled walking up to Connor. Once Connor turned, his bright brown eyes Locked with Gavins. Gavin's knees went weak as he felt his heart flutter at the sight of such a handsome android, but he pushed through, not ever letting himself go soft for a fucking tin can. He took a step forward, even though his fuzzy head was telling him not to, "Where's my coffee?" He asked.

"You're coffee will be made by you, Detective. I will no longer be of assistance for your unhealthy morning routine." Connor answered.

"Are you-" Gavin started, Connor quickly grabbed Gavin wrist, twisting him around so his lower back was pressed against the counter. Connor then placed his hands on the hard surface, boxing the lower detective between his arms. Gavin felt his face flush as he glared at the taller man. "The fuck got into you, tincan?! Error in your software or what?!" Gavin yelled. Connor just smiled slightly, leaning in only for Gavin to slightly lean back.

Connor could feel the power of dominance in the situation, causing his heart beat regulator to go haywire. He scanned Gavin, smirking slightly at what he discovered.

"I won't be taking orders from you, Reed." Connor started, "that includes making you coffee like some sort of machine."

"You are a machine!"

"If I'm a machine, then why did your heartbeat rise?" Connor asked, leaning in closer. "Are you scared?"

"No-!"

"Or are you flustered?" Connor pushed his leg between Gavin's, the feeling of so much power and the upper hand getting to him. Gavin felt his face heat more as he looked away. "Flustered, I see." Connor smiled, moving on hand from the counter to Gavin's hand, gently brushing his thumb over his knuckle. "Well, I'm happy to let you know that you'll be making your own coffee from now on." Connor whispered in Gavin's ear before moving away, walking to grab his and Hank's coffee before walking to his desk.

Gavin stood there, feeling like a complete mess as his mind tried to process what the fuck just happened. D-Did Connor really just do that...? Innocent obeying Connor? Maybe his teasing was getting to him? No way, he's a machine. Nothing Gavin said could affect Connor. Nothing. He let out a soft sigh as he turned to the coffee machine.

"Is it really unhealthy?" He asked himself.

/

Gavin came early to work the next morning, he quickly entered the break room, knowing that Connor would be getting to work at exactly 7 AM. He turned on the coffee machine, before smiling softly before pulling down two cups.

He's been watching Connor for months. Studying him. Seeing what he was like. He preferred plain black with two hazelnut creamers, with one pack of sweatener. Or was that Hanks? Or well.

He pulled off a sticky note, grabbing a pen.

For you, Dipshit :)

- Gavin

(906 words)