Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 9

Connor finishes writing his report and yawns. He, yet again, is spending the night at the police station. His whole writeup consists of almost 100 pages on why he should get promoted to sergeant and why androids should have fewer rules against them. His fingers twitch against the mug that holds old coffee and therium. Behind him, he feels a gentle, warm hand on his shoulder, which made him smile.

"What's that?" Conan asks, leaning over to Connor. He reads the manuscript quickly and sighs.

"It's a promotion request." Connor yawns. "I feel like I should be upgraded to a sergeant."

Conan nods. He tries to think of anything to talk about but the only thing he can think of is, "Do you wanna hang out in the back room?"

Connor blushes lightly and nods, standing up and yawning. Conan rubs his backs and aids him in the backroom. He gets Connor inside and Connor smiles lightly, sitting on the table. Conan locks the door, which doesn't surprise Connor anymore since he somewhat knows Conan's routine of things. Conan walks over to Connor and carefully spreads his legs a little so he can lean into him and kissed him lightly. Connor moans lightly and Conan caresses his cheeks and sighs, looking into each other's eyes.

"You are so beautiful, Connor. I can't describe you with just one word." Conan smiles, tucking one of Connor's loose strands of hair behind his ear.

Connor smiles. "Same for you."

They kiss a little more, just small, soft kisses across their faces, rocking Connor to sleep. Connor yawns and closes his eyes. He relaxes as he reaches his hands behind Conan and hugs him lightly, his tiredness taking over. Conan quickly realizes that the make-out has reached its end, even though it was only 3 minutes. Conan picks Connor up and decides to catch a bus to a nearby store that leads to Hank's.

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"Connor, wake up," Conan whispers, shaking Connor lightly. Connor is now sitting at the bus stop with Conan. He yawns and leans against Conan, shivering lightly.

"W-Why did y-you wake m-me up?" Connor shivers, clutching Conan's coat.

"The bus will arrive soon. I wanted you to be awake so the driver doesn't think we are...well.."

Connor looks up at Conan's ice blue, shy eyes. His eyes reading signs of embarrassment and judgment.

"...So he doesn't think we're what?" Connor whispers softly, snuggling deeper into Conan's jacket, yearning his body heat as the breaths of winter affect him greatly since his settings are boosted up.

Conan's eyes go melancholy as he looks down, his arms resting on his knees. "I don't want him to know that we are gay."

Connor's LED goes yellow for a moment before going back to blue. "Why would you be worried about that? Of all things, I'm worried about your safety since you're a new model."

Conan sighs and doesn't move. He closes his eyes and feels tears building, his emotions panging in the back of his head.

"Conan?" Connor asks, rubbing his arm, seeing Conan's frame shaking and tears slowly falling.

"Conan, look at me," Connor says, reaching over to Conan's face which now looks a light blue. Conan opens his eyes. "Let it out, let it out, Conan."

And that's what he does.

He hugs Connor tightly and sobs into Connor's shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. Connor is taken a little aback but hugs him back and pats his back.

"I-I-I'm just- I'm just so - so scared Connor," Conan sobs, "I-I don't want to be r-r-reset.... "

Reset. Those words scare Connor. What if we were to be reset?

"I want us to be happy!" Conan exclaims, putting his heads to his face and sobbing, "I want us to live together; I want us to be a family; I want..." Conan pauses, looking up at Connor's eyes. His eyes are kind, listening and focused.

"I..I...I want us to be accepted Connor.." Conan trembles, shaking his hands to Connor's shoulders and holding them.

"Conan," Connor whispers, wiping Conan's tears away and moving his soft hair out of his face. "We will be ok. I know we are a secret but," Connor hugs Conan, "I think we will work."

Conan slowly brings his arms up to Connor's back and hugs him, feeling the light snow land on their faces and arms. The bus pulls up several minutes later to take them to the store.