Patreon Compilation – Fic#301 – Gavin/RK900 – Dom/sub; leash and collar; puppy play – Heart Of The Machine

Gavin/RK900 – Gavin has been out of line, which is nothing new. However this time, the chief has told Nines to take care of his human counterpart. And Nines will do just that.

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The second Gavin turns around and sees the collar and leash dangling from the tin can’s hands, he recoils and bares his teeth like a cat hissing.

“The fuck are you on about, you freak?!”

RK900’s expression does not change. His stockier built and facial features that are just that bit more square compared to Anderson’s ‘partner’ make him look just that more threatening, even though he is not moving a hair.

“You were present during the captain’s orders, as far as I can recall. That is, if my databank has not glitched. Which it hasn’t.” His expressionless stare as he sasses Gavin gives him the creeps. The tin can lifts his hands almost imperceptibly and takes a step forward. Gavin moves back, stumbles into the bolted down desk of the interrogation room they are in, and nearly topples onto his ass in front of the damn asshole. Nines’ expression does not change but he looks undeniably smug.

Asshole.

“I am to teach you some manners.”

Gavin’s face twists into rage. He hates how those words make his cock twitch – oh so interested in the proceedings. He’s let the tin can give him a hand a few times; hidden away in one of the closets, hiding his face behind an arm so he wouldn’t have to see the cool, mildly interested expression on Nines’ face as he did it.

Insulting him the whole time just to make sure he knows that he’s not doing it because he’s hot for a fucking robot but just because he needs to blow off some steam. Assert… assert his dominance. Yeah.

Seeing him standing with a leash and collar makes him a little weak in the knees.

The tin can takes another step toward him. Gavin’s legs spasm and for a second he thinks he’s going to crumble down instead of taking another hurried step backwards. He’s doing neither, though. He’s just standing there, white knuckling the edge of the table and staring at the cyborg advancing on him in a calm pace.

His perfectly polished shoes make a distinct clacking sound against the interrogation room floor.

“You know perfectly well that’s not what he fucking meant, you asshole!” It’s difficult to think when all blood is rushing down to his cock. He watches, nearly vibrating on the spot, as Nines lifts his hands and slowly curls the collar around Gavin’s neck.

His breath is coming in short little bursts as he feels him expertly fiddle with the buckle. The collar feels… perfect around his throat. Like the freak made it especially with Gavin in mind. Knowing him… he probably did. Fuck… that’s hot.

Nines lets the little clasp of the leash snap softly closed after hooking it into the ring at the front of the collar. It sounds final.

“And yet,” he says, sounding oddly… intimate despite his tone still being cool and unimpressed, “...you let me put it on you. You are endlessly frustrating to me, Detective Reed. Such an… annoying example of human fickleness. You say one thing, even though you clearly mean the other.”

In a flash, he has the leash curled around his fist and pulled tight enough for Gavin to feel the pull. He leans back instinctively, feeling himself flush and hating that he can’t stop it.

Nines’ eyes flick over his expression, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly in what looks like mild disgust.

“So… soft and organic,” the cyborg murmurs. His pull on the leash is inescapable. He’s titanium rods and… and engines and all that kind of shit that a human like Gavin does not have a single fucking chance to put anything up against.

Nines hooks a finger into the front of the collar and pulls Gavin that much closer. He kisses him. Just like that. Gavin’s back stiffens. He is suitably sure that the freak has never kissed before, but obviously he is very good at it. Perfect. All Gavin can do is pant nervously, his tongue lolling out for RK900 to lick at once one hand grabs his jaw in a steely grip and digs its fingers in until he has no other choice but to open up.

When he pulls back, there is a fine line of saliva stretching between their tongues before it breaks. His eyes are still as cool and calculating as ever, staring at Gavin up close.

“So sloppy,” he finally murmurs. He lets go of Gavin with a small push. He would stumble back if he didn’t have the leash pulling tight against his throat.

“You will be a good boy now, Detective Reed,” Nines says in a low, no-nonsense voice. “No, rectification: you will be a good dog and listen to everything I tell you to do.”

“You are… you are insane!” Gavin tries to put some oomph behind his words but they are all breathy and his hand is shaking as he reaches up and wipes it across his mouth.

For one second, RK900’s mouth twitches into what could resemble a thin smile but it is gone too fast as that Gavin could be certain that it ever had been there in the first place. When he says: “Negative” and grabs Gavin by the back of his neck to push him across the interrogation table, it sounds smug.

Gavin flails slightly but he is painfully aware that it could not be considered him fighting against Nines. The android is calm and quick in what he is doing. He does not leave a second to misinterpret what he is going to do and that it is absolutely and without a doubt happening, and that is… kind of comforting.

His pants drop down and Gavin shudders as the warm air of the interrogation room tickles the fine hair on his buttocks.

“Is the… i-is the window dark?” he asks with a pathetic whine in his voice.

Nines does not reply immediately. He has the leash still wrapped around his fist and gives a nice, steady pressure against Gavin’s throat. His other hand is spreading his cheeks. Gavin just stares at the other wall, his face burning hot and his cock shamefully hard for it.

“Come on, p-please, they can’t see me like this-”

“You sound absolutely pathetic. You have no spine but a… delightfully big mouth, I have to admit.” Before Nines’ words can really start aching deep within, he pushes two long, slick fingers into Gavin’s body. Everything goes… soft around the edges. “Nobody can see us. Now stop talking. You are a dog, after all.”

He touches Gavin’s insides with machine precision. Of course he does. He probably… scans him every day or something. He knows exactly what Gavin looks like inside. Outside. He probably knows when he takes a damn shit. Gavin is just panting wet and pathetic, reedy little whines crawling from his throat just like Nines told him to.

Tears of overstimulation spring to his eyes when the other scissors his fingers open to spread him but when he is told to reach back and hold himself open, he does so without hesitation.

“Very good, Detective,” Nines’ cool voice floats to him. “You can follow simple instructions quite admirably if given the proper incentive. Of course… that is not acceptable in the long run – but I understand that animals have to be trained in little increments.”

Without warning, Nines slides into him. Big and sturdy and… not as warm as a human body would be but getting there quickly the longer Gavin’s body hugs around him. Squeezing down. Holding him in a tight, desperate clench, eyes bulging from his skull and drool slowly gathering beneath his chin.

Nines fucks him as if he’s done it a million times before. He leans over Gavin’s back, hips smacking against his ass in a precise rhythm that makes Gavin feel like he has to claw his way out of his goddamn skin. It’s good. Too good. He whimpers like a puppy and Nines actually pets him and calls him a good dog.

He hates how perfect that sounds. How it gets his blood pumping faster and his insides to clench tighter around the sturdy cock reaming him.

“It appears you are quite fond of such a treatment. My research has provided me with the knowledge that usually humans prefer regular intercourse but my analysis has concluded that your sphincter has not gotten stretched properly since I was assigned as your partner. Your poor mood could be a direct result from that.”

Gavin whimpers again, squeezing his eyes shut. His hips stutter helplessly, ramming hard enough against the edge of the bolted down table that he just knows he’ll have some nasty bruises on his hip bones for a while. It doesn’t help to know that Nines has, in fact, really looked into his body. Or that he had paid special attention to his goddamn ass.

It does not help at all.

“Your temperature is slightly elevating, so I assume you are close to orgasming. I will allow you to do so this time. I am curious to see how this will affect your general disposition, Detective.”

There’s a gentle tug at the collar around his throat. “Come,” Nines orders him calmly.

And Gavin… does.