#conkus list

#1

Connor was exhausted. Now it's typical for androids to not wear down- they simply don't become tired. But ever since deviancy, he’s been recognizing the familiar feeling of drainage. Emotionally, mentally. Even though it wasn't a physical aspect, he still felt the strain in his body.

This recent investigation wasn't turning out the way he thought it would. There were too many opposing variables, too many differences in the victims. No clear evidence as to why the killer chose how to operate. It was driving him nuts, as humans would say.

His agitation led to Hank pushing him away and telling him “you need to get some rest.”

At first he was adamant, saying No Hank, I'm not tired; androids don't get tired. But the insistence of his Lieutenant made him rethink his decision. Hank was, after all, only looking out for him.

He took his leave the next day, and went straight to Markus’ house. Connor was almost always missing him, no matter how long they've been apart. It could be weeks from now or a mere 5 minutes; Connor wanted to always be in his presence.

So it was now, late at night, where Connor waited expectantly in their bed. He's skimming through the case files he’d brought home for further analyzation but he wasn't really focused on the investigation.

When the door opened and in walked his lover he immediately set his files to the side table, and reached for him. Pale hands made grabby fingers as Markus broke into a smile.

“Hello. Miss me?” Markus whispered softly, crawling into the space beside him. Connor latched on immediately, face turning into the crook of Markus’ neck.

“Impossible. You were always within 50 feet of me within the house.”

“Liar.” Markus snickered, curling himself up against the pillows. “You called my name at least 5 times to make sure I was still here.”

“Okay, maybe you're right,” Connor relented, settling himself beside the android. “I did miss you.”

“See? No shame in admitting it.”

“Hmph.”

His protests were quelled when Markus began to run his fingers through his brown hair, nimble and quick, gently massaging through certain points were the sensors were most receptive. Connor sighed and curled in closer, kissing Markus on the collarbone in response.

There was a hum of satisfaction as each android felt the mutual feeling of warmth and security within each other in the quiet of the night.

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#3

Connor loved Markus’ hands.

He didn't know if it was because of the way he played, or the way he held him, but Connor had always found himself fascinated by the darker android's hands.

He'd watch as long tapering fingers danced over milky white keys, an ensemble of melodies filtering through his processors. Blinking in surprise when Markus gave him a look, reminding him to listen to the songs not just at face value. Connor, in response, closing his eyes and looking for the feelings, in the way Markus was playing, and finding himself recognizing more each day.

He'd twitch as clever fingers snuck around beneath his shirt, gentle ministrations of the fingernails making Connor hyper aware of every movement. Discreetly stepping on Markus’ feet while smiling at the guests in the ball; Markus’ gala, his own gala, and being so touchy-

Connor's breath hitching and his eyes flashing in response when a palm fitted snugly against his ass.

He'd reach for the hand during bed, and kiss them. Soft and slow, trailing gentle paper trails down the span of skin. Following lines of freckles Markus received on warm summer days. Sometimes he’d kiss them messily; saliva dripping past his mouth, teeth sharp and biting, tongue hungry for more. Wanting to taste more, to satisfy himself and Markus.

But most nights he’d reach for the hands and kiss them, delicately, like they were fragile crane figurines looking to take flight atop a wooden shelf. Each kiss one filled with affection, with purpose. As if he were stamping his own little love notes on Markus’ skin.

Markus would smile, fondly at the gesture, and pull Connor in for more.

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#9

Wet. Heat. Shiny.

Huffing. Groaning. Kissing.

Profanity, Connor's name,

vowels of pleasure, soft hah’s,

Connor's name, flash of teeth,

a gasp of air, Connor's name,

Markus’ skin, red lips,

Connor's name.

That was all Connor could think about. See, hear. Markus was covering him in kisses, calling out his name in puffs of air, kissing him with those red red lips.

Connor's name danced delightedly along his tongue, Markus’ face breaking into a smile when Connor responded back. He loved it when Connor gazed back at him with such heated desire.

“I love your expressions baby.” Markus always said. “Give me more and I'll scream out your name.”

Connor did. He always did what Markus asked. To simply hear the way his 2 syllable name rolled off his boyfriend's mouth was delicious.

One time Connor wanted to try something different. He had Markus pinned beneath him, shirt off and buttons just about to be torn from the RK200’s pants when curious hands stopped them. Markus looked up and raised an eyebrow, attentive. He offhandedly noted how delicate Connor looked on top of him, almost fragile with his porcelain skin glowing softly in the dim light.

“May I…” Connor gulped, staring pointedly at the subject of his interest. “Kiss your abs?”

Markus smirked. “Are they to your liking?”

“They've always caught my eye before. I never understood why.”

“Until now.”

“Until now yes.”

Markus lifted his hands, as if to say by all means.

Hungrily Connor dipped down, inching himself lower to properly align his face to Markus’ abdomen. He stared for a second, admiring the planes and defined muscles. Knowing there weren't any real muscles, but still enjoying their appearance. Within minutes Markus felt something wet coating his stomach, and he couldn't help but laugh as Connor kissed his abs over and over again.

The laughter quickly turned to a moan when Connor began dipping lower, and pressing- no sucking skin instead, allowing purple bruises to appear on his tan skin. It grew more and more difficult to keep the soft haze of blue out of his vision as Connor found his sensitive spots at the pelvis, nearly snarling in frustration when Connor didn't go quite near his crotch yet.

Yet.

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#8

It was a long night.

In reality, they all had long nights. Connor with his detective work; Markus painting and attending lectures and meetings. Each android understood the workload of the other, and they also understood that on some nights, they each needed a little time to recharge before they could be themselves again.

That night was tonight. In particular, it was Markus.

Markus had to go to meetings to meet with more governors, more politicians, to advise people. It was a day consisting of dealing with humans and traveling to far away distances and, for the nth time, Markus understood the human expression of “worn down to the bone”, despite him never having bones within his body. It simply felt like that.

That night Connor could sense the exhaustion and gave a solution.

“Would you like me to massage your back for you, Markus?”

Markus glanced up from his pillow and nodded, rolling over and stretching. He rested his head against his pillow and sighed, trying to ease his tense body. “That would be lovely baby yes.”

Connor got up and climbed onto his lower back, sitting just before the curve of his ass. He pulled out some sweet smelling lotion near their nightstand and began to rub it on his fingers, attempting to warm plastic digits up without the use of temperature regulators. “I know we don’t have flesh, nor nerve receptors but massages always seem to help you. I understand you probably had a long day and need to sleep but I’ve heard massages relieve stress, and-”

“I understand Connor,” Markus’ muffled reply came from the pillows. He was laughing slightly as an indication from the shake of his shoulders. Connor went on technical explanations when he grew uncomfortable. “I appreciate this 100% my love.”

Smiling Connor reached forward and rubbed slowly, pressing down into hardened areas of the synthetic flesh. It mimicked human flesh, knotting up at certain points due to overexertion. Markus practically melted into the touch, groaning softly in pleasure each time Connor's nimble fingers smoothed over skin. They were warm and sent a lulling sensation to his systems, almost triggering his sleep mode.

Connor smiled fondly as Markus seemed satisfied, huffing soft noises of approval and growing more and more loose. The tension in his boyfriend's shoulders dissipated, until all that was left was the trust and pleasure the android detective left. In response he leaned down and placed a kiss against Markus’ back, right between his shoulder blades.

He trailed the kisses up and to the notch in his spine, before rolling off and kissing him on his bicep.

Markus turned his head and smiled sleepily from the pillows, his eyes shining. He pulled back his skin and laid the glowing plastic hand across Connor's similarly glowing plastic cheek.

All Connor could read where the words “I love you.”

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