Reed me until 900 - #15

Before anything more could happen, the moment was shattered by the sudden blaring of an alert on their computers. Both of them jumped, the tension snapping like a rubber band stretched too tight - which was weird since RK was an android and yet even he seemed startled by the commotion.

Gavin cursed under his breath, turning to check the alert. It was a new lead on the case—an address linked to one of the suspects they had been tracking.

"Looks like we've got something," Gavin muttered, more to himself than to RK900. He grabbed his jacket, trying to shake off the lingering effects of their encounter. "Let's go check it out."

RK900 was already moving, his expression back to its usual impassive state, though there was a flicker of something in his blue LED that Gavin couldn't quite read.

The ride to the address was tense and silent, both of them too caught up in their own thoughts to make small talk. Gavin's mind was a mess of conflicting emotions—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something he didn't want to name. He could feel RK900's presence beside him, as steady and unwavering as ever, but it only made the tension worse.

When they arrived, the address turned out to be a dead end—an abandoned building with no sign of recent activity. It was a disappointment, but Gavin was almost relieved. He wasn't sure he could handle any more stress right now.

They stood outside the building, the cold air biting at Gavin's skin as he tried to collect his thoughts. He could feel RK900's gaze on him, and it made his skin prickle with awareness.

"Detective," RK900 said after a moment, his voice quieter than usual. "If there is something you wish to discuss…"

Gavin let out a harsh laugh, cutting him off. "No, RK. There's nothing to discuss. Let's just… get back to the office."

*

Back at the precinct, the day dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Gavin was wound so tight he thought he might snap at the slightest provocation, and he could feel RK900's eyes on him, watching, waiting.

Finally, as the day drew to a close, Gavin couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get out, to clear his head, to escape the suffocating tension between them. But as he stood to leave, walking towards the parking, RK900 was suddenly there, blocking his path in an empty corridor.

"Detective, we need to address this," RK900 said, his voice firm but with an undercurrent of something more—something that made Gavin's pulse race.

Gavin stared at him, feeling the walls close in around them, the air thick with tension. "Address what, RK? What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've done some scans and after a long analysis, it appears that... You're avoiding the issue," RK900 continued, taking a step closer, his eyes locked onto Gavin's with a look that was almost… hungry. "This tension between us—it is affecting our work."

Gavin's heart was pounding, his mind a whirl of confusion and desire. "RK, I swear to God, if you don't back off right now…"

But RK900 didn't back off. Instead, he closed the distance between them in one swift movement, pressing Gavin against the wall, his body trapping the detective's in place. Gavin's breath caught in his throat, his hands instinctively reaching out to push RK900 away, but the android was unyielding.

"Gavin," RK900's voice was low, a rumble that sent a shiver down Gavin's spine. "We need to talk about this. About us."

"There is no 'us,' you plastic idiot" Gavin snapped, though his voice lacked conviction. He could feel the heat radiating off RK900's body, could smell the faint scent of something synthetic and also... something else, something intoxicating.

"Then why does your heart race every time I'm near?" RK900 asked, his tone challenging, his eyes boring into Gavin's with a look that was both predatory and... possessive.

Gavin's mind was screaming at him to get out, to push RK900 away, to run. But his body wasn't listening. All he could focus on was the way RK900's body pressed against his, the way the android's breath brushed against his skin, the way his own pulse quickened in response.

"RK, I—" Gavin's words were cut off as RK900's lips crashed down on his, the kiss rough and demanding, a release of all the tension that had been building between them for days.

Gavin froze for a split second, his mind going blank as the reality of what was happening hit him. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, he kissed back with equal intensity, his hands gripping RK900's arms as he pulled the android closer.

The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance that neither of them was willing to lose. Gavin's mind was a haze of desire and confusion, his body reacting on instinct as he pressed closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily - Gavin from not breathing enough during the kiss, and RK to help with the cooling of his overheating system - their faces inches apart. Gavin stared into RK900's eyes, his mind reeling from what had just happened, from what was still happening.

"This… this is insane," Gavin muttered, his voice shaky but tinged with something that sounded like longing.

"Perhaps," RK900 replied, his voice calm but his eyes dark with an emotion Gavin couldn't quite name. "But it is real. And let's be honest, Detective Reed, you match into my arms perfectly well." The possessiveness in the android's voice was almost terrifying and yet it made Gavin's cock get half-har.

Gavin didn't know how to respond to that. The tension, the desire, the connection—it was all too real, and it terrified him. But for now, all he could do was lean in and kiss RK900 again, losing himself in the feeling, in the heat, in the moment.

And for now, that was enough. At least until they heard someone approach the corridor. That moment was used by Gavin... to escape into the parking... into his car. But he could feel those icy eyes on him all the time... even when he finally got home. It's like an owner watching his possession, knowing it will return.

"I'm sooo f*cked up" he whispered reaching for whisky.