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Sometimes, Elijah and Nines happened to enjoy some time alone.
It rarely happened —it was a given with the nature of their relationship and how hard it was to explore boundaries with personalities so different— but after a few years and nights sharing the same bed with their partners, exchanging not-so-accidentally a timid and bashful gaze at dinner or reaching for each other’s hand when sitting on the couch became easier.
Intimacy didn’t come immediately, and while Gavin and Sixty had clicked together almost immediately, ages of pent up sexual frustration and yearning longing exploding in the fierce storm of their aggressive mating, unruly and untamed animals biting and claiming dominance over each other until they fucked the testosterone —real or synthetic— out of their bodies and left them panting and cuddling in the afterglow, it wasn’t as easy as that for Nines to settle in whatever that dynamic seemed to bring.
And even when intimacy happened, Nines had a hard time confronting that Elijah’s kinks and quirks were far from what he was used to in the reserved and sacred closure of his bedroom, mellow and honeyed words often whispered in a crescendo of glitches into the detective’s ear until his moans and squeals turned to inconsistent babbles.
Knowing every facet of Gavin’s personality like his inner wiring was easier than dealing with the unknown of standing against his creator’s propped up and inviting ass, rotund cheeks on display, snow-white skin bare of imperfections, save for the few moles scattered here and there, and hips canting and waddling against the bulge in his pants.
“Call me whore, Nines”. It often began with a plead, as he lazily stroked himself, fist balled and pumping his erection, working it up from the base to the already leaking tip, as his waist rocked against the android, stealing filthy glances to his partner’s already azure blush, “Say how I’m your cum-slut and you’re just dying to humiliate me”.
Nines traced his fingers over his ribs, down to the firm muscles of his flanks, stammering in embarrassment: “But… you aren’t a whore. I care about you, and I’m not sure that I want to address my partner and my partner’s brother as such”.
“Well, sure”, in an endeared laugh, Elijah drummed his fingers on the pillow, in that familiar Reed way, and turned around enough to meet his curious stare, “How about this then?”.
Rolling on his back, he offered the android his wrists, thrill in his gaze as he bit his lower lip, cock perking up and throbbing at the receptive shine of gold in the android’s temple: “Let’s change scenario, okay? Pretend you’re arresting me. You just handcuffed me and I’m absolute scum”.
Nines tilted his head, studying and assessing.
“I’m arresting you?”, he asked in a confirmation tone.
“Sure. And I’m a baaad criminal, officer”, he added, with emphasis on the bad part, knees sinking in the mattress as he pressed his foot against the android’s bulge, hooking the belt and rustling against the zipper, heated anticipation building in his belly, “Real bottom of the barrel material”.
Nines tilted his head and let out a timid chuckle, pecking a kiss against his creator’s flushed cheek and wiping his bold smirk off his face as he swiftly rolled him over and forcefully pressed his stomach against the bed, the weight of his frame now sinking and pushing him down. Holding his wrists fiercely with one hand, he cleared his voice and straddled his waist.
“Elijah Kamski. You are under arrest for committing tax fraud”
“What?!”
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you”
At his creator’s suddenly pale and horrified look, Nines nervously raised his brows, easing the hold around his wrists, “Is something the m̜̱̿̾a̩̩̱̬̎̾͋͑t̖͍̾̅͢͡t͈̠͋̔er̜̍? Am I overdoing it? Your heartbeat quickened and your breathing routine is unusually irregular”.
“Uhm…”, Elijah squirmed, sweat drying on his forehead and erection forgotten by the thrill of anguish that statement induced, “You, huh, you didn’t actually mean it, right?”.
“…You did commit tax fraud in 2024. And 2025. And 2026, and—”
“Yeah, but can we just pretend that never happened? Literally, any other crime is good, I just don’t want to take this too far and it doesn’t have to be realistic. We’re pretending, dear”. Not to mention he preferably lived better without the knowledge that Nines was aware of his criminal record and the money he laundered over the years. He wasn’t his most advanced state-of-the-art creation for nothing. Although if those data were ever made public, he would have been in an ocean of trouble.
Nines offered him an understanding smile.
“Sure. Thanks for telling me”.
“Let’s try it again, shall we?”, offering him his wrists, Elijah weakly smiled in return, content when the android timidly leaned in, nose brushing his and mouth so tenderly and shily pressed against his thin and parched lips, savoring the leftovers of his nervousness and the fears washing away.
“Elijah Kamski. You are under arrest for crimes against humanity!”
“Nines no—”
They had a long way to go.