The image of the plastic prick smiling at him - fucking smiling - haunts Gavin. It haunts him all throughout the next days and nights. It's seared into the back of his mind like some sort of shameful brand. A constant reminder of how very much fucked Gavin is.

It's nothing more than shock from seeing the stoic android put on an expression like that , Gavin tries to convince himself.

It's a weak comfort. Half true at least, because the contrast to RK900's usual expression was just too drastic, too unexpected and sudden. But it shouldn't make him feel like someone squeezed his chest cavity; shouldn't make him feel like someone punched all breath like out of his lungs.

At least the fucking tin can hadn't touched him again. He decidedly ignores the disappointment that is mixed in between the relieve.

Gavin is at a fucking loss as to how to handle this situation, not that it had ever been under his control ever since RK900 stood in Fowler's office, tall and with a cold and domineering aura. Was pretty much fucked ever since the fucker made its first move.

He knows people in the department have been gossiping about Gavin's odd behaviour regarding the android. There had been too few insults, too few snarls directed its way. Too little hardly masked aggression. But Gavin doesn't have it in him to care much about that at the moment, too busy having a mild panic attack about what the fuck is wrong with himself to spare much thought to it.

What the fuck being wanting the robo creep's fake hands on him, wanting all of its attention focused solely on him, wanting this itch right underneath his skin to go away.

But he has spend too many years hating the things that appear human but are anything but and yet take their places in all areas of life. Some might have developed feelings or are great at faking them but that doesn't mean Gavin has to suddenly like them. It's easier to continue with the same mindset than having to twist around until a part of who he is just gets strangled and dies off.

He thinks about the little twat Huckleberry Finn* he had to read about in school and has to delete three lines in the report he writes because half the words have become so illegible from his angry mashing of the keyboard not even the autocorrect knows what the fuck he wants to say.

His work performance has been abysmal ever since he got partnered up with the thing but so far Fowler hadn't reprimanded Gavin for it. With a frown, he realizes that his workload had decreased much more rapidly over the past week than it had any right to with how all over the place he had been.

Not only had the plastic prick turned Gavin's world upside down with a few gestures and word, he had done so while doing the job of two people.

Fucking androids.

Gavin is at the end of his fucking rope that's ready to snap, dangling over an abyss. The last days have been gnawing at him and he can't fucking take it anymore.

When it's time to get off work, Gavin is weary and snapping at everyone and everything except the root of the problem. Caught between just letting shit take its course and struggling to get things under control.

He just wants to lie down and be able to fucking relax.

There is also something intoxicating about not being able to control anything, about having it taken from him. Something intoxicating about the mix of adrenaline and nerves and anticipation. Almost a relaxing act in itself to just surrender control.

So, when he sees RK900 approach the elevator this time, he just lets it happen, because the plastic prick will corner him either way if it so wants. Part of him chokes slightly on the idea of not even trying to put up a fight while another just craves the warmth he can't openly admit to wanting.

They step into the elevator alone, anyone else who might have wanted to as well had surely decided to pass this one up, worried of Gavin's temper paired with an android in close proximity. He eyes the thing, waiting for it's move, but it seems content to just stare at him. Gavin suppresses the urge to shift from foot to foot under the scrutiny and then the elevator doors open and Gavin steps out, followed by tall and stoic.

"The fuck do you want now?" he spits out, turning around to glare at the robo creep, when the thing continues to trail slightly behind him as he makes his way to his car.

The thing steps closer and Gavin doesn't step back, even though he wants to, tilts his head up up to stare at the thing instead as it regards him, LED going yellow, then back to blue.

"I wanted to talk to you, detective Reed, but I was under the impression you would not appreciate if I did so inside the office." It takes another, smaller step closer and Gavin swallows as his throat goes dry. "You are sometimes rather," it cocks its head and a small smirk tugs at its fake features, "squeamish."

"I'm not fucking squeamish, you piece of scrap."

His answer is proven a lie the next instant when RK900 stretches out a hand and places it on Gavin's neck, thumb stroking tiny circles into his throat and Gavin shudders into the heat of the touch, face burning with the shame of how fucking easy his body is.

The air in his lungs comes out in a stuttering breath as he tries not to lean into the comforting softness and sureness of the caress.

"You're so sensitive, yet try so hard to appear though," RK900 leans closer and were it human, Gavin would surely feel their breath ghost across his face, it's a sobering realization but Gavin doesn't have it in him to pull away quite yet. "why is that?"

Gavin opens his mouth to deny it but it would only sound petulant and he cuts already enough of an embarrassing figure as it is. Instead, he tries to gather his thoughts long enough in between the almost hypnotic stroking, to concentrate on what has been nagging on him the entire time.

"What do you fucking care?" it comes out less sharp and biting than he wants to but he can't fucking help it when all he wants to do is close his eyes and let the touch wash over his senses. So, he tries again. Grabs the front of the neatly ironed uniform in a fisted hand.

"What are you getting out of this? Is it fun to humiliate me?"

It frowns slightly at the question or the treatment of its uniform, Gavin isn't quite sure.

"I do enjoy this, detective Reed," It starts in its precise and deep voice and Gavin feels his stomach clench uncomfortably, hadn't known he had hoped until it's already shattered.

"I do enjoy this," it repeats, "but not in the way you think." It moves its other hand to circle Gavin's wrist, rubbing and stroking it in rhythm with the one still on his throat, surely taking measuring the frantic beating of his heart. He can feel his fist loosening as tension slowly leaves it to be replaced by goosebumps.

"I enjoy your reactions to my touch and the way your face and body language changes when you see me." RK900's voice lost its usual matter-of-fact tone, sounding so fucking sincere, Gavin finds himself hung up on each word, body melting against the steady motion of its hands.

"I find myself wanting to see how many reactions I can evoke from you." Gavin is certain he must look absolutely fucking dumbstruck as a stares at RK900.

"I had not anticipated to find myself so fascinated by you after the initial impression you gave me."

"I don't fucking like you, you robo creep."

The fucker smirked and leaned in, nose brushing against Gavin's ear and he shivered.

"But you like my touch, don't you, detective Reed?"

And wasn't that the entire reason why Gavin was neck deep in shit in the first place.

It's hands still against his skin and then there is no more warmth as RK900 draws back and steps away, leaving only the ghost of a touch behind that tingles with the demand for more.

"Goodnight, detective Reed." With that, the plastic prick simply turns around and leaves Gavin standing in the middle of the parking lot.

Gavin isn't sure if this is better or far fucking worse than being left with blue balls.


Okay, I SWEAR the next chapter is gonna be the fucking last, I've kicked Gavin's ass like half a mile here already, now he only has to pull the broom out that seems stuck up there and fall into Rk900's arms.

Also, RK900 hre is basically me, I've disliked Gavin so much at the beginning and so held no interest in this ship at all and now I'm basically at the same level of trash for them as I am for Hank and Connor

*Huckleberry Finn, there is this whole "sound heart" versus "deformed conscience" going on with Huck bc he grew up with slavery being normal and that slaves are less intelligent and has a heart time coming to terms with the fact wha he has been taught isn't necesserily what he believes yadda yadda and it just popped into my head when I thought about Gavin bc there must be some reason why he doesn't like androids whether experience or the opinions of his family or someone influencing him (or he is just a racist asshole) but the struggle to change what you believe to be true and the correct opinion can still be applied to him as well
Just for anyone wondering why I put Huck Finn in there, hope I explained my thoughtprocess correctly bc I'm dead tired and my brain is already halfway in standby mode

As always, hope you enjoyed this so far and please feel free to shout out any mistakes you find