Installing Pop-Up Blocker

Chapter 1

"You came all the way here at 4 in the morning and just wanted to sit in the corner. In silence. Your vitals alerted to high levels of stress yet you wouldn't let me come near or even speak." Markus explained, a deep ache in his voice, like the memory proved painful. He felt pain.

Connor felt every processor in his body jolt. His sensors started to tingle and the ache in his neck grew exponentially. White static started to intersperse into the inky blackness behind his synthetic eyelids.

Stress ^ 68%
Processor Temperature ^ 69°C

"You are burning up," Markus stated, gliding two fingers under the top button of his shirt, popping it open. "Come on let's take this off."

Leaning on his elbow, Markus pulled the tails of his shirt out from his jeans. Sitting forward Connor used shaky hands to thread the buttons through and pull his shirt off, adding it to the nest. Markus broad hand pushed him by his chest back down into the pillows. His fingers spread, thumb rubbing back and forth over his left peck. Throwing one leg over, he sat back on his heels slightly looking down at Connor, smiling this wicked thing that he only had when he knew he had more information than his other.

"Now isn't this so much better?" His warm fingers, trailing a line down Connor's wrist, heading for his right nipple. Markus' smile grew as he circled the pink synthetic casing that surrounded a series of delicate nerves. One of the better ideas Cyberlife had when designing their droids to 'make them more human adjacent'. Connor gave a small smile and nodded. Markus rocked forward, leaning in closer that Connor could just make out the Cyberlife logo etched in his irises before they become out of focus. Warm and smooth, his lips brushed across Connor's, barely touching in feather-soft caresses. His exhales pressing ever so slightly to mold them together. He skin smelled of Linseed oil and Turpentine, mixing with the light scent of detergent off his shirt. He puffed warm breathes into Connor's mouth. Light and warm, with the patented Cyberlife hint of mint, as his artificial lungs filtered heat from his processors.

His right hand slipped under the back of Connor's head, taking the weight of his tired frame into his rough palms. At once he pushed from both angles, baring down with his lips and raising Connor's with his hands. Connors nose throbbed as it knocked against Markus' before tilting his head and slotting into place, pressed against his cheek. He opened up, testing by pushing his tongue past Markus' lips into his space. Instantly DNA analysis erupted behind his now-closed eyes.

Fresh Artificial Saliva
Water, glycerin, sorbitol, poloxamer 338, PEG-60, hydrogenated
castor oil, copovidone, sodium benzoate, carboxymethylcellulose
(1.19 mL)
Model: RK-200
Reported dead 09-05-38

With a deep muffled groan, Markus thrust his tongue forward, rubbing it along Connor's. Determent licks and prods only to retreat, enticing him to keep pushing his tongue into Markus' mouth. His prototype synthetic saliva is thick, it coats Connor's tongue, which he happily laps up. He is all warm breathes and restrained strength, his silver tongue made for more than just impassioned speeches. He closed and opened his lips around Connor's like he we pulling a new short story off his lips with each pass. His fingers pressed against Connor's temples, a gentle pressure that eased the ache behind his eyes. Soon the kisses got shorter, quicker, till they stopped altogether, he pulled away only enough to have his features in comfortable focus. His upper body still aligned with Connor's, guaranteeing he stayed in place.

"Why did you have to research emotions when you clearly have them?" Markus asked, pulling back farther when Connor leaned up for another round of kisses. Flopping back down, Connor let out a frustrated grumble, petulantly refusing to answer. "Don't glare love." Markus patted the side of his face making him frown deeper. "Connor, please, you will feel better if you talk about it." He didn't want to though, it made his components feel gross and it made him feel like the world was about to fall out. Like a dirty bomb could go off at any moment. He should never have brought it up. Markus just sat there, like a king on his throne, looking down on his peevish subject. "...Connor--"