"You got a goddamn android STD, Connor," Hank had wheezed, clutching his side as he doubled over in laughter.
"It is not an STD, but a virus, Hank."
"It sure is, plastic boy. It's something you got while having sex, that's basically what a STD is." Hank's face had been flushed as his body shook in amusement and Connor couldn't help but smile crookedly, pleased to know that he had caused Hank to look like that, even if it had been at his expense.
It had been an accident Connor had not anticipated. Hadn't even noticed at all at first. Hank had caressed and kissed Connor, nipping at his neck and sucking on his fingers, effectively shutting down all higher processor and software functions. And Connor had been a moaning mess, barely able to help Hank reach his climax before his system had overheated, all but frying his RAM.
Connor had never expected he would one day be so grateful for the built-in backup RAM.
Somewhere during that timeframe, his system must have executed a wrong task because of an input error, resulting in a downloaded folder on his hard-drive he knew had not been there before.
31324831751\downloads\best_hits_of_all_times
31324831751\downloads\магик_музик_микзер.exe
The first folder had not been a problem, hundreds of songs that posed no harm to his system, so Connor had decided to keep it, since it was already on his hard-drive anyway. The second thing however had been more concerning. A virus that would corrupt his system, though Connor had no idea what its effects would be.
Various scans had indicated that it was not detrimental to his system, and so Connor had decided to leave it alone for now, although he set his software to notify him immediately should the exe try to execute itself since he had not been able to remove it himself. To delete it from his system without trace he would have to go to CyberLife and that had been something Connor did not want to do unless strictly necessary, the thought alone enough to set off system warnings.
His decision had been to leave it alone until he had improved his knowledge in programming enough to be able to neutralize the virus himself and that should have been the end of that accident.
That, as it soon turned out, had not been the end of it at all.
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"Never trust the damn weather forecast!"
It was late afternoon and they just came back from a walk with Sumo. Utterly and completely soaked, as halfway through their walk it had suddenly started to rain.
Connor found it interesting to move about in wet clothing, his software eagerly taking in the different sensations.
Hank however, did not. His hair had become slightly curly and Connor's fingers were itching to touch it, curious to find out if it would feel any different than after a shower since there were no traces of shampoo or chalk from the city water in it.
Motoric_reflexes_error_detected
Processing…
Recalibration_advised
Sumo got half the room sprayed with water before they managed to get him into the bathroom and Hank's mood dropped further when Sumo rubbed himself all over Hank's already wet clothing.
"Great. Now I look and smell like a dog."
"I like dogs," Connor piped up, feeling pleased when Hank snorted but didn't deign to answer, just shaking his head in amusement.
Hank looked down at his shirt – wet and plastered with dog hairs – and made a face of mild disgust, before starting to strip it all off.
Connor had planned to do the same, but when Hank pulled his shirt off, revealing a simple, white tank beneath, Connor froze.
Software_instability_detected
The white fabric had completely soaked through and become transparent, exposing grey chest-hair and stiff nipples underneath as it clung to his skin.
Thirium_pump_error_detected
Connor was certain his LED was blinking an agitated red as his senses urged him to go and touch, explore and memorize.
Water droplets dripped from Hank's hair, onto his shoulders, collarbone, making their way down, some disappearing into the hem of the tank and down into the curls of hair. Connor took a step forward, mouth opening slightly in anticipation.
Executing_magic_music_
Processing…
Connection_with_fuckingphone_established
Now_playing_utopia_i_just_want_to_touch_ 3
There's a flame in the back of my mind
And it's burnin' for you all the time
'Cause I just wanna touch you
Do you want to touch me too?
Hank and Connor both startled as the phone in Hank's pocket erupted with the beginning of the song. Cursing, he dug the device from his trousers, staring in bewilderment at the screen.
"The fuck?"
Connor blinked, camera defocusing momentarily as he checked his log.
Magic_music_ ?
He didn't know that programme. The programmes installed certainly didn't have names like that.
A quick scan and glance at the code showed him, that this was in fact the virus he had accidentally acquired. It was a relief to know it wasn't harming his system, instead simply playing songs from the folder. Still, it was a rather unusual virus to programme. Connor had never heard of anything like it.
"Did you do your wireless connection shit with my phone," Hank tapped the screen for emphasis, "because it says RK800 right here."
Connor peered at the screen and the upper corner.
Connected with RK800
"It appears that the virus I acquired has the function of playing music without permission." While speaking, Connor tried to forcefully end the task.
Termination_of_magic_music_ _failed
Connor frowned, attempting to close the exe twice more, but there was no reaction aside from more messages informing him that the attempt had failed.
Connor looked at Hank who was staring at him comically, phone still stretched out, before shaking his head and chuckling.
"Sometimes I can't fuckin' believe you. You're probably the only android that managed to get a fuckin' musical STD in all of Detroit." Placing his phone on the sink, Hank resumed to undress and Connor let his camera roam over Hank's frame as the white tank was removed.
"It appears I am unable to stop the music." Connor said, slightly flustered, after being caught staring and called out with a raised eyebrow.
"State of the art android who can't stop a single goddamn song from playing," Hank muttered, still chortling, as he sat down on the edge of the tub to try and wrestle himself free from his trousers.
Connor eyed the trousers, once more burning with the need to touch.
Software_instability_detected
He wanted to know how it would feel to remove the clinging jeans from Hank's body. How much resistance there would be. How Hank's skin would feel after being slightly damp for so long. If it would be softer than his skin usually was.
Motoric_reflexes_error_detected
Processing…
Recalibration_advised
Connor stepped forward, song still playing its tune, and knelt in front of Hank in a swift motion. He glanced up briefly to see a questioning brow greet him.
"Allow me," Is all Connor says, gaze coming to rest on the already open zipper and he doesn't need to look up again to know that Hank's face is split in a grin that is eager and wolfish as he spreads his legs as wide as possible to allow more room for Connor.
"I'm all yours, plastic boy."
This fic is the fault of the lovely Lis_the_reader on a03 whose comment made me think of this and the idea wouldn't leave me alone anymore until this brainchild came into existence
Connor: *sees Hank*
Error pop up: now playing Take_my_breath_ 3
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