DBH Ships (Mostly RK900 x Gavin)

Sadistic Freak (Part 1)

Hey btw these chapters are in no way related unless stated otherwise, enjoy!

-Gavin's POV-

Now, I may not look it, but I'm actually a pretty hard worker. I work day and night and most of the time I work overnight. I get my work done pretty fuckin' fast and I almost never make little fuck ups on reports like some other people (cough cough HANK cough). You could say that I'm a perfectionist I guess. Some people (and even those tin cans) might argue that me practically living at my workplace is unhealthy but I assure you I'm perfectly fine. Or at least I would say that if I wasn't passed out over my desk after a 72 hour shift.

"Detective Reed? Are you okay? Do you perhaps need some water?"

God I fucking hate Richard. That stupid cock sucking motherfucking tin can, thinking he knows what is best for me. I groan, trying to stand up but utterly failing and falling face first onto my keyboard. Great. I bet my nose is gonna bleed cause of that one. 

Richard looks at me. His face not showing any sign of emotion, except for, and maybe I'm hallucinating from the lack of sleep, a little smirk tugging at the tip of his lips. His LED flashes yellow for a quick second before returning to its usual calming blue state.

"Detective Reed, I believe it would be best for you to go home today. At your current condition you would be more more prone to mistakes. I'll get your coat and drive you to your apartment since you don't seem to be in the best of shape to drive."

"Fuuuck oofff you tin can!" I mumble against the keyboard. God this fucking sucks. Everything feels like it's spinning. I need some coffee right now. I try to stand up again and succeed this time. Good start. I waddle around a little and I can feel people's eyes looking straight at me. But I don't care, I just need my coffee and to finish this stupid case. I get halfway to the coffee machine but stop when I feel the android's hands snake around my waist and picking me up off the ground just to throw me onto his shoulder like luggage.

"Coffee would not be the best for you right now detective. This crash that you're having right now may be because of your unhealthy coffee addiction and sleeping habits."

I feel a rush of heat going over my face from the anger building up. This motherfucker. He has the audacity to handle me like a fucking toy? While that is kind of hot, I don't want this shithead doing that to me, or at least I don't think so, right? 

I start flailing around, trying to make him let go of me but instead he tightens his grip. He's fucking strong too, I bet I'll some kinda red marks or bruising tomorrow. 

Richard looks up at me and basically gives me the 'shut the fuck up or I'll body slam you' look. That was enough to make me stop moving but not to shut me up.

"Tin Caaaan, if you don't...  put me down right now.. I will.. demolisshhhh yoooou" My words slurring, making me sound like a fucking dumbass. Right now, everyone is looking at me. Even Hank is now looking at me, amused. While it does try me up the all with embarrassment, I don't care right now. I have better and more important thing to do, I just want to get back onto my case.

He stops. Fucking finally, I guess he's finally listening to me for once. 

"Detective Reed, I am sorry for what I'm about to do but please recognize that I am doing this for your own health and safety."

Wait what. Richard brings up his arm and fucking karate chops my neck, which I think made me unconscious cause I find myself waking up in my room, not remembering a god damn thing. Why the fuck am I in my room? Who took me? If it was douche bag Richard, how did he know where I lived? I try to sit up but that Karate Kid chop to the neck really did a number on me. I rub my neck, trying to ease some of the pain but ultimately failing. I stand up, a little to fast I think cause I get a little vertigo, but I start walking out my room. 

I can't fucking believe Richard. Pretending to be considerate about my own well-being. As I walk out, I mumble out some no-no words, kinda casting an evil curse on Richard for the future when all of a sudden, I see that overpriced microwave sitting on MY chair, petting one of MY cats (names Midnight by the way, real cutie) like a fucking evil villain. 

"What the hell are you doing here Dick Head? Why are you in my house?" I try to give him a death glare but it comes out as more of a tired and disturbed look.

"Well, I am here of course to see if you are feeling any better." He stands up and walks towards me. I step back a little bit, intimidated by his height. "Do you need any help doing anything, Detective?" He smirks and makes sure that "Detective" rolls off his tongue in a pleasing way.

I know he's probably not planning on being this fucking sexy but this whole intimidation thingy he's doing is really working on me, especially in the lower area.

"W-W-What the hell man, get away." I step back a little bit, trying to not get trapped by him but it's too late. Richard has got me trapped between his arms and up against a wall. He lifts up his hand and rests it on my forehead.

"You don't seem to be running a fever Detective but your face is rather red and your heart is beating faster than usual. Are you scared, Gavin? Embarrassed about something?"

I look at him, dead in the eyes this time. I attempt to give him another stern look but I feel like I did even worse this time because now Richard is giving me a shit eating grin. What is this fucker even trying to accomplish anyways by staying here and 'caring' for me? I ask because at this point, I'm just thoroughly confused.

"Why are you even here Richard? Don't you have better things to do? Like, following people's orders and stuff?"

At this question he just laughs. Straight. Up. LAUGHS. AT ME. I try to escape from his arms but instead, he places a firm hand on my shoulder and pulls me in so that his lips are touching my ear. My dick twitches slightly underneath him, feeling his artificial breath blow my hair gently and his lips caressing my swiftly over my ear really gets me going.

"I'm here to put you in your place, Gavin Reed. And I feel that it would be the easiest for me to get you at your weakest state."

I feel his smirk widen against my face. 

HOWDY! Sorry to blue ball you all at the very end but i swear that part 2 will be super super soon. I'm just a little nervous because I doubt that I'm good at writing the good good ;) lol. I'm already working on it though! I hope you guys don't mind waiting but I'm hoping that you guys will like it in the end! Oh also, sorry for the shitty grammar last chapter, it was 2 close to 3 am and i was dying lol