D:BH Drabbles & One Shots

Inevitable//Reed900

Tags//Cursing, Smut, Fangs, Slight Bondage, Choking, Implied Top Gavin, Nines is a dirty talking minx, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Frottage, Cumming in Pants
Rating// Mature or Explicit
Notes//This is old, I barely proofread it when I found it in my notes. I probably wrote it when I was sleep deprived and that's why I don't remember it

It all started when Nines opened his mouth to deliver some snarky remark. Gavin choked on his coffee sputtering slightly as he rasped out, "You have fangs?! What kind of vampire toaster bullshit-"

The Android simply blinked at the shorter man, "Unlike my predecessor I am equipped to handle combat situations where my hands may be unavailable to me".

"Oh yeah sure," the detective rolls his eyes trying to hide his blush behind his styrofoam coffee cup.

"Your heart rate is elevated and your face is red, Detective," the Android states leaning across the space where their desks are adjoined, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine you phcking refrigerator, let's just finish these files so I can go home!" Reed snapped thinking of taking a nice long bath and watching Terminator with his cats.

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In the end the man ended up falling asleep at his desk. Chin cradled in his hand and finger pressing down the J key until there were two pages worth of the letter on his report. Nines rolled his eyes and hauled the man into his arms just deciding to take him home and make sure the detective's three cats had been fed today.

Depositing the man into the passenger seat he decided that the asshole would have to get over the fact that he drove his car because he wasn't about to carry him to the tiny apartment he resided in. While he drove Nines did a search on better apartments in the area that could be considered with Detective Reed's salary. He filed the results away for later as he parallel parked seamlessly and moved to retrieve his partner once again.

Gavin's fingers curled into the dark fabric of his shirt as he climbed the stairs. He shifted to unlock the door of the small apartment pointedly ignoring the appalled stare from the older neighbor across the hall. When he stepped inside Dipshit was immediately weaving between his feet and Sarot Cha rolled off the cluttered coffee table to greet him as well.

Dancing around the two felines he made his way down the hall to put the sleeping man in his room. Cossette looked up at him with her one blue eye and hissed from her place on the windowsill. Oddly enough, but not really, the worst of the three animals was Reed's favorite. He was once again rolling his cool blues as he leaned down to place his partner on the bed that was just a little to big for the tiny room. He carefully uncurled the man's fingers from his turtleneck and proceeded to pull off the detective's boots and unzip his jacket.

Nines tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his core processors at the thick leather jewelry around Reed's throat. After all, the detective didn't seem one for jewelry at all, especially something with such a shiny silver ring on the front. He curled one long digit through the hoop and gave an experimental tug.

A less dignified machine might of yelped when they ended up on their back with a drowsy detective clutching their throat and holding a Glock to their head. Nines simply quirked an eyebrow as Gavin sighed in relief and tossed his handgun carelessly on his bedside table, "Shocked me, damn dildo".

"I didn't peg you for liking jewelry, Detective," he comments and the fist around his throat tightens not really doing much but blocking the airflow to his cooling systems.

"It's a collar, not a necklace, you plastic idiot," he growls and before he is even done with the sentence Nines has checked three different search engines on why someone would wear a collar. He filed the knowledge of punk and goth culture away for more studying at a later time.

"Detective, If this is a sexual thing why wear it to work?" He asks and the man groaned scrubbing both of his hands over his face. Cossette yowls in their direction before clambering out of the window and leaving the room.

"We are not having this conversation-"

"Really? I believe we are," Nines smirked, "According to the data I have collected on you...could you be wearing it for the same reason you became flushed over my teeth?" One large hand came up to wrap around the man's hip anchoring him in place. He leaned up to press his lips against the flushed man's ear, "Is it because you want me to have sex with you, detective?" He whispers, "Or maybe," his voice changes to a low growl, "you want to fuck me instead".

Gavin's breath hitches as he curls his fingers into the black fabric of the taller male's shirt once again and his reply his soft and breathy, "Please".

"Maybe I'd let you, or maybe I'd make you earn it," The usually stoic man says letting his fingers drift under the worn fabric of the other's t-shirt to press against warm skin, "Wonder what I could get you to do with the promise that you could use my ass afterwards".

"Anything! Anything- Daddy, please," He keens bucking and rolling his hips to grasp as much friction as he possibly can. Nines' LED spins yellow as he searches up why the detective called him /that/ in /this/ situation, and why it sounded so damn hot.

"I wonder how you would fuck me, don't you, baby?" He murmurs huskily palming the man's length through his jeans, "Wonder how this will feel inside, hot and thick," he gives the member a squeeze that has Gavin shivering and lurching forward to connect their lips in a harsh move that it's hardly a kiss. One of those damn fangs catches his bottom lip splitting it on one side and he moans into the machine's mouth.

Nines chuckles leaning back against the headboard to take in the sight of his partner, "And just the thought of you cumming deep inside me, makes me ravenous," he growls and the man on top of him gasps out his name when he climaxes. He sags against the broader male who runs long fingers through his hair and whispers sweet words as he pushes the jacket the rest of the way off.

"So good for me, baby, you're such a good boy," he whispers pressing kisses to the man's hair and rubbing soothing circles into the small of the man's back to soothe him through his aftershocks.

"Good for daddy," Reed slurs eyelids drooping as his hands clutch weakly at the broader man's shirt.