Fiction's Title : Shapes of Love

Chapter's Title : the risk

Complete title : Taking the risk

Author : .A (also know as Keiyane, or just Kei)

Couple (Pairing) : HankCon (Hannok)

Rating : T

Disclaimer : Everything is owned by Quantic Dream...

Note : Before you go and read, and think something about it... I'm french. That's my first attempt on writing fanfic in English, and I'm fucking (Hank is my mentor, so I won't apologize for slid "fucking" in every way I can)... What I was saying is: I'm fucking sorry if my English is weird. I did my best and used two or even three websites/app to correct it (yeah, hello google trad, reverso, grammarly, hemingway...) , but sometimes the corrector and I don't agree. He is right 90 percent of the time but... Again I'm French... So be kind, and even better if you saw something wrong, put a gentle comment to point it out for me and I'll try my best to correct it next chapter... I love to learn, and I learn from my mistake... most of the time ^^

Because YES There will be more... I don't want to spell out everything, but... Another Pairing will be appearing in this fic, a bit later though. Maybe more pairing. I'm not fixed on everything right now in fact.. so... We'll see where my stupid mind goes.

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A day like others in Detroit. A day where some cops had to do their jobs outside the police precinct. Until now everything was like a regular day for regular people. But those two weren't regular people. One was an alcoholic lieutenant and the other wasn't human to begin with. They were coming back to DPD after arresting a suspect.

Hey, Connor. Let me handle this and go patch you up.

I'm fully functional Lieutenant, I can do this.

Hank sighs a bit pissed off by the way Connor always has something to say. For God's sake Connor, do as you've told!

Alright lieutenant. No need to shout. Poker face on, Connor led was glowing yellow while he left the entrance. Letting Hank dealing with paperwork, kind of fill his mouth with unachieved taste. Definitely Mission uncomplete. But Hank was so stubborn, no need to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Then don't talk back! Hank was always wondering why this fucking android need to argue about everything. Connor was so stubborn! He never does what was told, he's reckless and today there was a consequence. This highly qualified robot got himself hurt while arresting a jerk. Speaking of jerks, Hank did the paperwork while uniforms cops took the felon to put him in custody. No need to glare at people, they were already minding their own business, thanks to hard-boiled Hank's reputation. The only one who didn't seem to get the message was Gavin, but hopefully he wasn't there and Hank secretly hoped this would last all day long. Hey, you can be a hard-boiled middle-aged man and still believe in Santa, don't you?

Time passed, and no sign of Connor. The old one decides it was time to look for him. He did take his patch up toolbox so he couldn't be so far. Knowing the android, he should be in the restroom and that was exactly where he heads up. Hand on the door cuff, he opened up the door and his heart skipped a beating or two. Hank knew Connor was just an android, not really human, but… He got to say that… Connor was really well-built. Right in front of his eyes, a half-naked Connor was trying to put his eyes on his back's scratch, unsuccessfully. The grizzled one was surely staring a little bit longer than he should have, because it's only Connor's voice that brought him back to earth.

See something you like Hank? A bright playful smile on his face.

But Hank felt queasy, he tried to hide his unpleasant and uneasy feeling with a consternated look.

What's up with that attitude?

Smile faded, replaced by a half-serious half-sad face while Connor managed to answer in an unharmed way.
Sorry Lieutenant, I was just trying to be more... Friendly.

A dead silence comes as no one dares to say something. Hank just put himself against the wall, looking at Connor. It's the first time he sees that much skin from him, and he couldn't say this was unpleasant to see. On the contrary, Cyberlife really did a good job making him handsome as fuck. Not many muscles showing, but it was the right amount. You can guess them, and be delight by the view… Even if in Connor's case, there wasn't muscle to guess, as he didn't have real muscles like humans. Suddenly, Anderson was wondering what this android would look like without his skin, really exposed and bare. He manages to wipe those non-professional thoughts and just sigh again, clearing his throat.

So, did you call Cyberlife to report your injury and... make an appointment for maintenance or the things you do usually?
Instantly Connor's eyes reach out to Lieutenant Anderson's face as he speaks, pull him out of this hopeless attempt to treat this little damage. His question let the android wondering his hidden reason.

This is just a minor scratch Lieutenant. Nothing I can't handle on my own. Though, I already notified Cyberlife of the incident, there is no need for me to go there. He looked deep at Hank who seemed more on the edge than usual. May I ask you, why did you want to know?

Clearly, Hank wasn't really gifted about technology, and having a high-tech android as a partner was a challenge for him. There are plenty of things that still are mysteries for him, and that his mind wouldn't and couldn't understand, even if he tries for the rest of his life. Still, Hank cares. A little too much, but he cares. He rolls his eyes, and answers the silliest question that could cross Connor's lips.

Why do you think so?! You're my partner and you got hurt…. Plus, I have to know, did the precinct will have to pay or things like that?
Yeah, he already knows that Connor told him this, every time he got hurt. But Hank's mind was like cheese about all that stuff. Connor's playful smile appears again on his face while he replies, softly.

I didn't get hurt Lieutenant. I'm a machine, I don't feel pain. I get damage and it's really a minimal one. You know insurance will cover this, no need to worry. Connor just released a sigh, frustrated as his led was glowing dark yellow. There's no use. I can't get anything done. Please Lieutenant, would you help me?

Hank was staring in disbelief at Connor. He was serious? Like dead serious?

This isn't a great idea. I would mess you up. Maybe you should go to Cyberlife instead…

The dark-haired man, turn himself to Anderson and stare at him seriously.

Please. I trust you. You're more capable than you thought. I'm begging you? Pretty please? Connor even added the smoldering things. He learns that back a day or two. Supposedly this will help to have people doing what we want. But Connor wasn't sure about it and thought, testing it on Hank should be safer but Hank's reaction was mixed up.

What did you eat this morning? You're really weird today. I mean, weirder than usual for you.

Yes, Hank has a unique way of showing he cares about Connor, because... Clearly there is some thought and feelings that aren't right. Like now, when this pretty boy smoldering him all he was thinking was how on earth he wanted to taste those perfect reddish glowing lips. How heavenly this would be deep kissing him. And this isn't good. This is bad. Bad thought. Bad partnership. Bad Hank. But he couldn't, not help him, so reluctantly he approaches the android and stares at the wound not knowing what to do.

You know I don't eat. I was just trying to be more human. I guess this is something I mustn't do. Sorry. I won't try anything new anymore Lieutenant.

Connor really tries to keep his neutral voice and face, still everyone could see how this hurts his feelings. Because Connor does have feelings, he was a deviant. He was almost human. Even more human than most of them. Stretching a hand to Hank he adds. Give me your phone Lieutenant.

You can think Hank was heartless, but he saw the broken fake smile Connor displayed on his face, he could even hear the lack of modulation in his voice. He fucking knew that he shouldn't have said that. Landing his phone on his hand, as Connor asked, he stuttered trying to find the right words.

No. Please Connor… Do try new things… it's just... Don't do this face half-naked to anyone. Maybe try new things with Chris. Like why in hell Hank would put those responsibilities on Chris's back? Only because he knew Chris was a chill guy, heterosexual and happily married. Not the kind of guy to fall for Connor's perfect face or weird connotation. But his words seem to be unheard as Connor simply asks him to take a picture of what needs to be fixed. The android was really hurt, but it seems too late. Instead Hank followed Connor's directives scrupulously baby steps by baby steps. The silence was again heavy and fill the room with a lot of unsaid words, even unshared feelings. All the atmosphere was tense and awkward until Connor's surprised voice broke it.

What did you just do Lieutenant?

Hank instinctively stops everything and stands still wondering what happened, incredulously. What you asked me.

Certainly not, or I wouldn't felt that.

Hank could sense the concern in Connor's voice. This was as intriguing for him. You… Felt it? Like… Felt it, felt it? This could sound dumb but since the Androids repeatedly told him how he never senses pain, it was hard to believe that this could be as easy as that to make him feel something. I told you! I shouldn't have done that!

Connor always loved how much Anderson sometimes was scared for him. He didn't say anything but he couldn't miss those details meaning that Anderson cares about him. Those were little moments of sheer bliss, those moments just warmed his little mechanic heart. With a grin and softly he says It was just a little shiver Lieutenant. Just undone what you did and keep going.

Connor could hear the human grumbled clearly not pleased to tamper an android. Hank didn't say otherwise and proceeded carefully. He didn't even notice that naturally he put a hand on Connor's chest to maintain the android still. He was so absorbed by what he was doing, trying to not redo the same mistake again and mostly trying not to hurt the one who made his heart beat silently. So much pressure on his old shoulders.

Your hand is warm Lieutenant. Connor's soft voice broke the silence. I'm a machine, I have the very ability to stand still on my own. He was just stating a fact, a little surprised by the warmth emanating from Hank's hand. But even with the sweetest voice he could have, the older was just ashamed, surprised, and didn't know where to put himself suddenly very aware of what he was doing. He just manages to not be awkward saying

Sorry. Habits. You know.

Hank should have known that short sentences were analyzed by the very high-tech robot Connor was. And his analyses reveal, without surprises, the uneasy feeling that filled the room. Something Connor thought right to add, still softly with a little smile emerging on his face.

It's fine. In fact… I like it. He could have said how he liked having Hank so close to him, how he liked seeing his smile, or even just being in the same room… But some thoughts aren't meant to be said, at least that's how he felt. Silently smiling to himself he reveled in this innocent contact while taking the opportunity to etch every bit of it. This android was pretty sure that kind of moment would never happen again sadly but working with Hank he learned to enjoy the moment and not planning much about the future. The future and dreams were inaccessible and lead to constant worrying preventing people from achieving anything in the present. It was illogical to do so, but for a cut-edge machine designed to accomplish a mission, the future and plans were everything. Strategy was running through his veins. Something he had a very hard moment to defeat. Being deviant wasn't an end itself there wasn't a manual and for what he saw, humans themselves didn't really know how to be… human. It was messy and scary but luckily Connor wasn't easily afraid. Hank manages to remain silent. He appeared almost like a deaf, but what he could have answered to him? Did Connor just say he liked having his hand on his bare chest or did Hank was hallucinating? This has to be it. Hank was hearing what he wanted to. His desire to touch him and taste him was making a fool of him. There is no way this 'guy' could have said 'that'.

I'm done. Thanking God, thinking he was done with this proximity. But he was so wrong. No sooner had he finished uttering this sentence than Connor provided him a piece of plastic, smiling neutrally like always.

Thank you Lieutenant. Now you have to cover this scratch. If Connor was having the time of his life? Hell yes. Hearing Hank grumbling to his ear was a delight. He loves to bother the grumpy-one almost as he loves the guy himself, and you -like Connor- have no idea how deep was his love. He let Hank wrestle with the plastic piece. He could even hear him wondering why for God Sake he had to do this but it was simple, Connor wasn't human and his plastic exoskeleton wouldn't heal itself like human dermis. He felt like it wasn't required to answer this question as he analyzes this as a rhetorical question. He could feel lieutenant hand warmth on him suggesting that the old one was putting the final touches on the repairs. Did Anderson realize how low his hand was heading? Yes. No. Maybe. He was so focused on doing his best and not letting this minor repair be discernible to the touch. Maybe he wasn't a fan of tampering an android but since he had to, he might as well do his best. He was gently stroking Connor synthetic skin where he patched him up, that he didn't even notice his left hand was resting on Connor's hip right above his fabric. Surely if Hank was aware, he would be dead of shame and a lot thrilled. There was no complaint from Connor's side, he loved having Hank touching him and that moment of bliss didn't last forever.

This time, I'm really done. Don't ever ask me to do that! Hank was proud, and glad to finally see the end of this proximity. It was easier to pretend he didn't feel anything for the machine next to him when they all are dressed and working like usual. All this was a lot more overwhelming for his old aching heart. Still, he didn't pull off his hands, and Connor didn't really let him get away that easy. Oh god no. The Dark-haired man turned himself to face him with his tempting little smile.

His hands found their places on each hip of the tempter. At this moment he became suddenly very aware of his movements and yet couldn't help but with his thumbs brushed this soft area of Connor skin. His blue gaze lingered gently on his lips. Those two bright appealing red synthetic lips he would love to taste but he wouldn't even dare to try. Life was so unfair... Right at this time his torture was worsening as Connor lick and bite his lower lip in the sexiest way Hank saw from the past couple's years. This 'guy' will be the death of him. He couldn't face the tension between them and preferred to bow his head avoiding his gaze, embarrassed and sad. His aching voice whispered sadly.
Connor… He didn't even know what he was trying to say… Somethings are better left unsaid, didn't it? Why today no one seems to need to use the restroom? Why no one was saving him from his utter torture?

Connor didn't know what was worse… seeing Hank this sad, or having Hank avoiding his gaze? In fact, he knew, it was the way this man said his name, so sad as each and every syllable cost him greatly. His software already estimates at 100% risk of someone breaking in.. But he also knew if he wanted to take a chance and make a move on Hank, it was now or never. He couldn't prevent his thirium pump from malfunctioning as he stretched a hand towards Hank's cheek. Gently, quietly, slowly, caressing his cheek skin, making Hank rising his blue gaze to him. This wasn't planned. Everything was so out of control and just reckless. Just like that, a weird feeling crossed his mind… What if Hank hates him for what he will do? What if he loses Hank's friendship because of what he wanted? He was scared. Searching through blue's eyes for an answer to his sudden anguish he kept caressing his cheeks without finding one.

Wondering if he was having hallucinations, in silence he stared at this pretty face in front of him. Did he hallucinate Connor's fingers on his cheek? Those brown eyes piercing through his blue look was confusing, like he was looking for something… But the older man didn't seem to understand what or else he would have given him what he wanted. Instead, an awkward small smile emerges through his face. And his old heart skipped a beat hearing this pretty mouth calling his name with a tenderly teasing tone and sweet smile.

… Hank… Gathering all the willpower he had, Connor took his chance. Delicately putting his lips against their counterparts in a sweet innocent kiss. He didn't feel a complaint from Hank, yet Connor's kiss didn't last long. How brave, but not foolhardy from him. Leaving Hank's lips, he was back to square one. Searching through his eyes for indications but filling his mind with torment again. Did Hank hate him already? Did he cross the line? Blue eyes' man didn't push him away, he didn't say anything, he didn't even seem to blink. This silence slowly killed Connor's artificial heart.

He did stare at him, not knowing what to do, what to think, what to feel. Was everything real at least? He did stare second-guessing everything 'that guy' did. Why he would kiss him? And for a second that seems to everlast everything was deafening silent until the older decided to not give a damn about the aftermath, until the synthetic decided to risk everything again. That's how their lips crashed on each other.

Both of them wanted that kiss, all that hunger, desire, were consuming them alive. They didn't even care about where they were. Nothing else matters than the other. Nothing else existed except the other. Hands were running across Connor's back trying to get enough of him, in vain. Brown eyes' man couldn't even think about the end of this eager kiss. He didn't let a chance for Hank to back away as his hands were in his neck, deepening this kiss. It didn't take long before their tongues danced together under Hank's impulsion. He literally never thought a day would come where this would happen. Hank Anderson was kissing Connor like his life was depending on it... And it was. He wouldn't let Connor go, as much as Connor wouldn't want this to end. Devouring one another with passion, Hank could swear he heard Connor let out a sigh of pleasure as his hands were gently caressing his butt. Connor wanted more and more Hank. He was craving for his contact as his warmth leaves his back. That's naturally how his hands were trying to find their way to Hank's skin through layers of shirts. Connor slid his fingers under Hank's clothes. Fingers followed by hands, eager for Hank's warmth, letting his hands wandering and discovering his torso as they're pleased. They could be doing more than devouring each other's mouths. Connor knew exactly where all this was leading. He wanted Hank so much right now and he could swear Hank wanted him too. He wasn't naive at all. He could easily calculate the risk of being disturbed while doing it. He could. He could if he wasn't incapable of thinking about something else than his need for him. His need for his touch. His need for his warmth. He could really get addicted to this. He didn't even know why they didn't do this sooner, but he wouldn't want another day to pass without being this close to Hank. As for Hank, he was feeling the same.

Overwhelmed by his feelings for Connor, every inch of skin under his touch was giving him shivers. He was already close to a heart attack just by kissing Connor. It's been a while since someone was this intimate with him, or since having those strong feelings for someone. With his desire to love him the way he deserved, he didn't think straight. His thought was clouded by this heavy make-out session. Yet he wouldn't change a thing about everything that was happening. All he cared about was Connor and how to please him. He loved 'that guy' more than he should, more than reason told him to, and surely more than what his old heart could afford. Speaking of old heart, it was his old lungs that rebelled for oxygen. Making out with Connor was like running a marathon and Hank was really out of shape. Even if he didn't want to stop all of this, Hank's passion was slowing down and Connor noticed it. At first, he was wondering what happened, then he understood. Hank was human. He was running out of air, so reluctantly, he slowed down too before they quietly left each other's lips. Resting head to head, they could feel their hearts gradually returning to a normal rhythm. They didn't have time to discuss what would happen after this as they heard a familiar voice on the other side. It wasn't someone loved around here and they whispered together concernedly.

Gavin...

Leaving their embrace, Hank was gathering android's tools in their box while Connor threw his shirt and vest on his shoulders. Shortly after, Gavin entered the room and the atmosphere changed drastically. Hank started leaving with his toolbox, ignoring Gavin, he turned around to Connor mimicking him leaving the room.

I'm gonna... you're fine?

Connor addressed him with a neutral smile, like nothing ever happened between us.

I'm good Lieutenant. Taking his tie, he passed it around his neck even if he didn't have buttoned his shirt properly yet.

Gavin was here for something really human, but seeing Dipshit he couldn't hold himself.

What was going on 'round here?

He looked suspicious and Connor would love to answer with sassiness "Hard hot sex session." just to see his shocked face, but instead he neutrally smiled and reply ironically

What do you think, huh?

He was hoping Gavin would just shut up, but you know Gavin… When he could be a pain in the ass, he wouldn't do differently. Instead of peace while he was dressing, he had to suffer his presence alone since Hank had already left the room. Gavin seems to realize how undressed Connor was, suddenly.

Look how our Plastic Bitch is dressed today. Do you try to give our old bastard a heart attack or else?

It was really hard for Connor to not roll his eyes and let a bad comment leave his own mouth. Disrespecting Hank really bothers him but since it was Gavin talking... He couldn't have too many expectations.

Leave me alone.

Aware of the fact that Gavin wouldn't listen, nevertheless he still tried to be decent and polite. As you can imagine Detective Reed didn't agree with it and kept going while approaching him with his usual grim.

Why? Are you… frustrated? Gavin seems to take a lot of fun torturing Connor. But the android wouldn't let him win. Detective Reed will be tired one day of harassing him, he was sure about it. Until now, he has to just bow his head and bear it. The human hatred for android was well known, there is nothing Connor could do to smooth things with him. He let a sigh left his lips.

Stop talking nonsense and leave me alone. Please. He was hoping for this little human full of hate to stop bothering him. He was polite, despite his growing annoyance. Reed just came closer to him still smiling weirdly.

You know, if you want to be satisfied, you should pick a real man, not that old-timer good-to-nothing…

Connor let it slide, he didn't want to start a fight. He didn't want to enter his game, so, he ignored him while buttoning his shirt. He was a pro at not letting a thing appear on his face. Ignore and pretend nothing was one of his talents. But, as you guess it, detective Reed didn't let him go easily. He didn't like the way this plastic bitch ignored him. No surprise he went and pushed Connor roughly against the wall, holding him by his collar, staring at him with disdain.

I already told you, when I speak to you, you answer bitch!

Connor could read anger in his eyes. He wasn't afraid though. It wasn't the first time detective Reed was physical with him, and he could sense it will not be the last. He just gave him the look. He was biting his tongue for so long that it slips through his lips unwillingly.

Are you implying that you are a real man, detective Reed? I highly doubt it.

Connor could be adding a smirk, but he knew how Reed would hate his poker face, so he remained emotionless. That seems to drive Reed crazy, because the direct consequence of his reckless attitude was a powerful hit at the wrong place. Once again, Reed throws a punch in his thirium pump causing Connor to stop 'breathing' for seconds.

Watch your mouth dipshit! Let me show you…

This sounds more like a threat than a promise, and Connor wasn't really happy about that. Things getting worse, hands were bustling around his belt buckle. Things were taking an unexpected and disturbing turn.

Stop it Reed.

He was asking gently, even if his expression wasn't that sweet. Connor didn't like it, he wasn't consentient. He could feel something was going wrong. He joined his word with action and his own hands were trying to back off Gavin from his pant. Reed glared at him threatening.

You want another punch? Stand still!

Connor didn't want to start a fight. He was trying to do the right thing, to take the high road. He put his hands away and tried asking Gavin again.

Please, Reed, stop this. Let me go!

Detective Reed didn't seem to understand. His right hand left the android belt only to take his chin between his fingers, smiling at him.

Keep begging tin can, it's music to my ear.

He blows a kiss to Connor, and lets his chin go as he lowers his hand. Taking Connor's shirttail between his fingers, he pulled it away from his chest, checking out the poor android with a devilish smile on his face. Connor, hated him with all his artificial heart.

Gavin… Please… Stop it. Please…

This was the last time Connor was nice. He tried to be nice. He tried to warn him, and asked him politely. Gavin Reed wasn't let him alone, instead he kept smiling and put his index on his skin sliding gently but surely towards his belt.

I won't.

Connor knew he really had to do something to stop him. Apparently, no one would enter this fucking restroom today. As far as he was happy being alone with Hank, kissing him heartfully, what Gavin was doing to him wasn't consented at all. He informed upset Gavin.

Enough! I warned you.

He could add a 'motherfucker' because at this particular time, Connor really wanted to insult him, but he didn't do it. Connor only kicked Gavin in the male part. He was careful, he didn't kick so hard, just enough for this bastard to be hurt and let him go. He stared at detective Reed holding his male part while mumbling something and left the room. Connor, wasn't eager to stay here one second more, and put his belt back on while exiting. He had two or three buttons to button again, but he chose to do it while walking to Captain Fowler's office. He wasn't planning on letting Detective Reed go with it.

Arriving in front of Captain Fowler's door, he put the last touch to his outfit. Readjusting his tie, he added a neutral smile on his face. He could glance at Hank but Gavin's behavior just pissed him off that much that he couldn't think about anything else right now. Ready he knocked at the glass door looking to Captain's face for a sign.

Come in. Connor, how can I help you?

Analyzing his superior face he concluded that everything was fine for him.

Hello, Captain. Sorry to bother you but I wanted to fill a complaint about Detective Gavin Reed.

Like always, Connor didn't let anything appear on his face and Fowler sighed at the evocation of Detective Reed's name.

What did he do this time?

Reed's reputation was difficult as Hank but not really for the same thing. Hank was hardboiled and ran his mouth letting people know when something bothered him… but Gavin was another piece of cake. His hate for android was putting him in trouble. This wasn't the first time he would have a report about it and knowing it was Connor who would fill a complaint, Captain Fowler just knew something bad happened. Connor was so professional, and friendly most of the officers at the station liked him or at least didn't have grief against him except for the infamous Detective Reed. Connor answered his concerns.

My complaint is about assault, harassment and sexual assault.

Sexual assault?! Reed was something but sexual assault was a first. He didn't want to belittle what Connor was saying but astonishment was written all across his face. His surprise passed as he spoke gravely.

You want to fill in a complaint or press charges against him?

Connor could have thought about it but he already decided what he wanted to do. With a sweet smile he replied.

To be honest I kick him. I hope he gets it now. I'll just fill in a complaint. For now.

Fowler had to admit that the android was too nice with Reed. He had crossed the line multiple times over the year of Connor's presence in the DPD. Connor always let him go and be nice… this must have an end. He sighed gently holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

I'll do the necessary… in the meantime Connor you should really reconsider the way you deal with a bully.

I will reevaluate it. Thank you Captain. Have a good day.

Fowler watched the high-tech bullied walking to the door in disbelief while he thought about something. Just as Connor put his hand on the doormat his voice resonated in the room.

Hold on, hold on… maybe you want to talk to a counselor?

Fowler stared at Connor blinking assessing the offer before turning in down smiling as usual.

I'm good Captain. Thanks for the concerns.

Hm ok. The chief was wondering how Connor could be this fine with all the bullshit he has to bear from some officers and population. The rebellion event was last year and android finally got the same right officially… but changing some behavior was the hardest part and hatred from groups was strong and active.
Captain Fowler never accepted the discrimination against android and maybe he was biased because of Connor's behavior… he always had a soft spot for people able to cope with Hank and moreover with Gavin. Those two were a pain in the ass nevertheless they were the best police officers and he just loved those misfits. He covered Connor back to his desk like a mother would cover her baby by eyes. He didn't think Gavin was that kind of guy and he was a lot of things. He sighed again unhappy about what he was about to do.

Hank was called into Jeffrey's office. He had things going on in his head; he didn't want to deal with the police's crap right now but rather he liked it or not he dragged his ass in here.

What's up Jeffrey? Everything in his body language suggested displeasure.

Jeffrey was used to Hank's behavior. He totally slipped off the trail when Cole died. His friend always had a strong temper but things got out of hands. And how on earth can you help a friend going through a child's grieve and a nasty divorce in the same year? He genuinely loved this broken soul.

Are you ok? Something seems off with you...

Hank could feel his concerns; he was really thankful for having such a friend in his life. A real friend who stuck through stick and stone but he couldn't talk about what happened with Connor. He was trying so hard to suppress those weird feelings and now he had this memory playing on repeat in his head. He couldn't think about anything else and his shame made him unable to give a glimpse at Connor.

Nah everything's fine. Lying to his friend because of Connor and his alluring lips.

Chief didn't buy it a bit.

Don't bullshit me Hank! I know you by heart. What's up with today huh? You're off and Connor has a rough day! He wasn't asking Hank. In fact it was more a private questioning.

Connor what? Hank was surprised.

He was wounded earlier. Jeffrey tried to not gossip about private matters even if Connor and Hank lived together for months now, and was really close. He did notice it as Hank smiled more and had fewer disciplinary reports these days.

Yeah... But it's good now. All clear and stuff. 'Strong guy you know. He tried hard to act like normal but even talking about this made him think about their kiss.

As strong as he is… he was assaulted and I start being concerned by his mental health…

Jeffrey gave a look at Hank's face. Hank loses some complexion.

He, he said that? Hank was surprised and heartbroken. At least his voice flicked.

Jeffrey sighed again and pinched his nose bridge.

He filled a complaint about sexual assault...

Hank didn't let him finish his sentence and asked

You have to change Connor's partner Jeffrey!

Jeffrey frowned upon his words.

You're his partner Hank! He lives with you. You're friends!

Hank was being angrier as time passed by and Chief wouldn't agree with him.

Jeez' Jeffrey I know that! A better partner would have protected him! He deserves that! Ok. Clearly, Hank hid his true feelings and thoughts but thanks god Jeffrey didn't seem to get it.

His friend sighed again. This day was slowly getting worse. Hopefully it was almost over. Tomorrow will come and wash out today.

You're a nightmare Hank! A fucking nightmare, you know that? And who I gotta pair him up with? As much as his words could be harsh, his voice was soft. Jeffrey loved Hank like a brother. He didn't get why all of sudden Hank would break his partnership with the android, and he was pretty sure the hard-boiled lieutenant kept things for himself, but… once more he gave in. Alright, alright. I'll notify him tomorrow morning unless...

Jeffrey was too kind to Hank. He knew that, and he knew he's going to regret giving in on this one, nevertheless he did it anyway and even let him have a chance to add something. Hank didn't wait long to add a favor on top of this one.

Do not… not tell him, I asked this. In Hank's language, there was a 'please' and a 'thank you' that only accustomed people could hear, or at least feel. And with this single request, the captain knew something was wrong between those two. They were grown-up, Hank was a middle-aged man, and Connor… Well, nobody knew how old Connor was, and how you could count his age, because he didn't age, and he was 'born as a grown-up', but clearly he repeats on multiple occasions how 'he wasn't a child' …. Believe it or not, Jeffrey still looked after him, because he kinda felt Connor like a son for him. In short, they were adults and Jeffrey didn't want to put his nose in their private life unless their issues reflect at work.

His silence was consent and Hank didn't need verbal approval. He had what he asked for, but didn't feel any better. This conversation left him shaken up. He needed time to process this never-ending day. Leaving Jeffrey's office, he went back to his desk, avoiding Connor's gaze. The android was there, standing next to Hank's desk, with his fucking neutral smile. The one, Hank hated now. He couldn't figure him out. He sat in silence.

Connor's eyes searched for Hank and found him avoiding his look. This was suspicious, but, nevertheless Connor waited patiently for Hank to sit back. A silence or two passed before he gathered the courage to speak up.

Ready, Lieutenant? He tried to remain like usual, but something was bothering him. He has a feeling. The same weird and bad feeling he had when Hank and him went to Kamski's place a little more than a year ago. Hank shrugged his shoulder.

I have things to finish right here

His voice seemed cold and he didn't even bother to look at Connor. His bad feeling was getting worse as time flew.

How long do you need? He was trying. Hopelessly trying to be calm, to be normal. He even tried to smile, but he could sense rejection coming around the corner. For once he would have love to be wrong.

Don't know. You should go. Don't wait for me. ' Not even sure I'll be home tonight.

Connor felt how hard Hank tried to seem unattached but failed. When Hank chews words and uses short sentences, it means Hank was irritated. He didn't know why, but since the kiss, Hank didn't even look at him once. He let a sigh slid through his lips and clicked his tongue, frustrated. Still, he remained calm and tried to be comprehensive and compassionate but he was boiling up inside.

Is this about…. earlier? Waiting patiently for an answer. Maybe Hank regretted it? Maybe he disliked it? Maybe … maybe he shouldn't have done that?
Hank remained silent. Not a word came from his mouth. Instead, Hank stood up and just left him to be. Connor wondered if he should follow him but it felt not right. If Hank wanted to be alone then he shouldn't pursue him. It will only make him angry. Maybe he shouldn't go home. Hank needed space, right? He sighed and left the DPD.

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Arriving in front of Hank's place, he hesitated to enter. He sighed heartfully before turning the key in the lock. As soon as he put a foot in the house, a huge St Bernhard jumped on him. Fortunately Connor was used to this and managed to hold the beloved dog without falling but gently accompanied him to the ground. This affectionate dog was happy to see him and Connor hugged him tightly. He missed so much this big boy. He petted Sumo with all his broken artificial heart while saying he loved him. He really did love this huge fluffy ball of love. Sumo felt his sadness because instead of giving him space, the dog stayed right here in his embrace and licked his face cheerfully. Connor was trying to think straight but he couldn't unsee Hank avoiding him. He pissed Hank. What did he do? Wasn't Hank happy he kissed him? Wasn't Hank the one caressing his butt? Wasn't Hank the one mingling their tongues? His hands were on his body. He wanted him, didn't he? So why did he ignore him at the DPD? Did humans do that? Giving what we craved and just taking it back? Little by little Connor swallowed up the pill and agreed with himself to go back to before the kiss. Yeap. He will just do as nothing ever happened between them. Sumo left his side and went back to his spot near the TV. Connor stood up, cleaning his clothes to control the uneasy feeling as he walked to the kitchen. He poured some food for Sumo, just in case Hank will be coming back really late. He tried to make peace with his decision, sure Hank would want that… He tried but the uneasy feeling grew, anger started to boil his blood and sadness was fighting for a place in his mind. As time passed by he didn't feel like he still had a place in Hank's house. So the heartbroken android decided to remedy this and started putting his clothes in a bag. His time in this house was over. Maybe it was harsh and precipitated but he had to do something. He couldn't live with Hank's ignoring him day after day at home. It was better to just leave and put all his feelings for the Lieutenant behind him. Reassured by his thought, he took all his stuff… clothes on Hank's closet, a picture of them on the guerrido, some gift Hank bought him like a figurine of Sumo's breed. He checked three or four times the house… he needed to leave but he was unsure. He knew he would miss Hank sooner or later. He sighed conflicted in his little heart and found himself going back again and again in Hank's bedroom. He opened the closet again and took a shirt. He smelled the piece of fabric and decided to put it in his bag. Snakes would argue that Hank only smelled Alcohol and for the most part, it was true… but he has something in his perfume that calmed down the Android, even if right now Connor was more about to burst in cries rather than be appeased. He left the bedroom, entering the salon he watched Sumo sleeping quietly. He's going to miss this dog but he couldn't do any different. He sighed and pulled out of his pocket the precious key. He was wondering about keeping it or not but… it was probably best to cut all tight with Hank. Another sighed slip through his lips as he put down the key on the kitchen table. Somewhere Hank would find it easily. Heart bleeding, he walked to his best friend, kneeled beside him, and gently patted him while Sumo was sleeping.

I'm sorry Sumo. I have to go. I'm going to miss you. I hope Hank will take care of you… You're the best buddy I could have. He whispered.

He stayed a while stroking lovingly his fur before leaving him and letting everything behind him. He walked away from Hank's house and didn't look back. It was the end.

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I hope you enjoy this fanfic, as much I enjoy writing it... and... It won't be pretty (the fic).

If you have some questions, comments, or anything else, I'm open to private message, or review. Just suits yourself.

Sending you love... and Sorry I don't know how many times I'll take to write the second chapter of this fic... but you can be sure I'm writing right now because I love this story that I have in my mind. (And to be fair, you can see a lot of unfinished french fanfic on my account... I still don't lose hope of finishing them one day xD.)

Yeap, I'm a little obsessed by Hankcon right now.
Love. See you soon, I hope 3

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