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"We need to rescue our people," Markus insisted, as he showed his crew the location of each Eden Club in Detroit. "It'll be the first step."
"Before what?" Josh crossed his arms.
"Maybe converting more Androids from CyberLife stores themselves," he looked up from the holographic map just to notice skeptical glances from both Josh and North. "We have to do this. These androids are the most vulnerable of us all."
Markus saw a glimpse of empathy behind North's eyes as she tightened her crossed arms. "We don't have much time. After your message to people they must've quickened their searches of Jericho."
"We can't decline everything just because our time might be limited," Simon stood up for him. Like he always did. "We might be attacked at this very moment, we shouldn't act out of fear."
"I have to agree with North," one of the impossible things that left Josh's mouths. "There was a crime recently. A man strangled to death by an Android. The place might be well secured."
"Then we will be careful," Markus straightened his back.
"No. If we're freeing them, we should do that quickly," North shook her head. "We need to come in, get rid of guards and free everyone as we leave."
"And how do you offer to 'get rid of guards'? Slaughter them?" the room echoed with Josh's loud voice once more. "We can't kill everyone on our way."
"Our cause is too important."
"Guys," Simon stood between the two, hands on their chests. "if we want to save our people, we don't want to lose anyone in the process. We managed to break into the Stratford Tower with almost no kills, right?"
"Except for the guard," Josh frowned and now the looks turned towards Markus.
"I... I had to kill him," he wasn't proud of it. If he didn't, the SWAT would probably break in too early and they wouldn't have time to leave, someone could get hurt or worse. "It doesn't mean we have to kill all of the guards, we shouldn't cross that line."
"So you decided," North pushed Simon's hand away, "why are there even four of us, if only one needs to say the final word, huh?"
"We still need a leader," Simon pulled his hands back, looking hurt.
"Everything was just fine when you led Jericho," North backfired at him.
"No, it wasn't," Markus never thought if it anyhow stung Simon when his leadership was taken over. It seemed, it didn't, "We would never move this far with me as a head of the group, North, and you know it. We are here only because Markus took over."
She still seemed raged like she wanted to argue but, glancing back at Markus, North bit back another argument. Instead she took a deep breath and raised her hands, "Great. Since you all already decided, I guess I'll just go and tell our people we are going to raid sex clubs."
"But we didn't even discuss the details," Markus hurried, but she already stormed out, walking down the stairs. He sighed deeply.
They could introduce her to the plan once they were at it. 'Til then, Markus turned to Simon and Josh who still were in the room, ready to listen.
***
So they gathered outside the building.
During planning they decided to part to different teams so they could take on every club at the same time.
Markus was with Simon, since Josh knew an Android who was great with hacking. And because North didn't join them during planning she chose her partner herself too.
It shouldn't have been difficult.
Markus and Simon decided to take the Eden Club that was once a crime scene, since this one might be the toughest. But it still only had approximately two or three guards. Two at the main entrance and one at the extra entrance. The storage room or sort of.
Simon offered turning off the electricity in the club so the cameras wouldn't detect them, but it would only make guards cautious. Markus figured it out on his own when they were at CyberLife's warehouses.
So instead they closed in from above. You see, they could climb over the fence, but it was made of metal mesh and wasn't quite quiet. Instead they crossed the old house's rooftop — lucky enough it had only one floor — and landed at about the same spot they'd end up if the climbed the fence.
A guard was circling in the storage room.
"We could knock him down," Simon told him through the communication system, "But how long would it take for him to wake up?"
"Hopefully, long enough." So just as the guard went outside to have a smoke, they rushed from the shadows. Simon was quick on striking the man on the neck, before taking away the gun from his holster.
Markus tried to trust his companion as he made his way inside the storage to take in the cameras. His preconstruction feature let him find the camera within a second, but it took a bit longer to hack it. He looped so it'd repeat guard's circling before they came in.
About the time he heard the man let out his last breath as Simon lowered him to the ground. He showed a thumb up and it was enough of reassurance for Markus. Judging by all their missions, Simon was worthy of his trust. At least he knew he wouldn't kill someone altogether.
The storage itself was enough of a converting room. A lot of Androids just stood in lines, all half dressed. There were also some hangers with revealing clothes and some empty metal shelves. Markus let out a deep breath, before he closed the distance to the first little group.
"You know, Markus," Simon stood guard as Markus converted Androids. "We have two Androids from Eden Club at Jericho. Have you met them?"
Did Markus see tracis? "Maybe. They're not really different from other Androids."
The only thing Markus was met with right now was a weird Error.
Simon nodded, glancing at the garage entrance, "These two are actually in love," he explained his thought. "They didn't join so long ago, they're from the crime scene."
Markus hummed as another tommy opened his eyes in a new conscience, looking at his hands alongside other tracis. "It's nice," he patted one of the Androids on the shoulder, but he was still talking to Simon, "the way you keep a track of new people who join us. It's thoughtful."
He could swear he saw a glimpse of blue on blonde's cheeks as he smiled, "Just making sure they all are okay. They wouldn't join us if it weren't for you." Markus would dodge this one compliment as always, but as Androids were all freed they had to move forward.
"Go to Jericho," he said softly as another Error popped up in his eyesight. He got some of these just after he deviated, but he thought his system adapted and ignored them afterwards. It seemed to be a new problem.
"You okay?" Simon took in Markus's face, LED yellow as he pursed his lips in worry. Markus should've told him the truth, but he knew he could insist on wrapping up with as much people as they already rescued. So he simply nodded.
"Yes, I was just... preconstructing. RK series feature." He muttered as he grabbed a hanger with him. Simon still seemed concerned as they entered the door.
They probably should've masked somehow to blend in, but Markus was an original model and Simon was a household one. They would stand out in any case.
So they crossed the hall and opened the door into the Blue Room anyway.
Markus tried to stand in the front to lead, but Simon still was somewhere beside him or even ahead. He knew it wasn't because he tried to take the lead, he probably was being... protective. Endearing, in a way.
There were a few display capsules, mostly with Androids inside, but one was empty. "Should we look in the rented rooms too?" Simon communicated.
Markus still had doubts, "Other Androids can convert too, it'd be easier if they helped us."
Simon nodded, but his eyes were elsewhere. Probably because he was an older model without much updates, Simon couldn't convert Androids. That was why Markus was lucky to have him by his side, guarding him as Markus converted.
Markus tightened his fists around the hanger and hit the capsule on the glass. It only shattered after the second hit, proving to be inefficient. He still whispered: "You're free," as he held the girl's wrist. "Help us."
She took the hanger from him and started hitting the adjacent capsule to free another traci.
As Markus rushed to the other edge of the room, he noticed Simon breaking one of the capsules to get a heavy part out of it, so it would be easier to break glass. Markus might've stared at him doing it for too long. Another Error flood up Markus's whole view as he freed a traci. He started hating it.
They freed the Blue Room within two minutes and as Androids went to the Red Room, Simon and Markus moved to the main one. Where the guards already were closing the distance to the said Red Room. Markus had to stop Simon from going out the cover, pressing an arm to his chest.
"The fuck is that noise."
"God, I hope it's not deviants or shit. They almost fired me after that clanker cop found one. They said I was doing my job poorly! Imagine!"
"Yeah, these sickos are all gonna replace us soon."
"That's why we—" the words were cut off by a heavy strike between the man's shoulders. The second one fell limp, but the first one was still awake.
"Sorry," Simon muttered to Markus as he aimed the gun at the man, ready to shoot him. The last thing they needed right now was to scare off Androids or visitors by a gunshot sound. So Markus lowered Simon's hand with a gentle touch, feeling oddly hot from it, as he lowered to his knees.
"I— hey, who the fuck—"
With one good hit on the neck he went unconscious. "Don't worry, Simon."
"Hey, what are you— AGH! You fucking — don't you touch me!" was heard from red and blue rooms as the Androids fought back against the visitors.
"Don't kill anyone," he sent a message to all the Androids. It didn't work. He shook his head and tried again but it didn't feel like the message was sent. Another Error about temperature regulation popped up. "rA9... Simon, could you tell them not to kill anyone?"
"Is something wrong?" he obliged though, pressing two fingers to his LED as it spinned in yellow.
"Something is up with my regulators," Markus tried not to focus on it as he took metal capsule part from Simon, swinging at the next capsule.
But with each rescued Android Markus only felt worse. By the time it was their time to leave, his stomach was burning from the inside and everytime Simon insisted on leaving early by grabbing his shoulder, he refused to. Mostly because physical touch made the heat worse.
His communication log wasn't working properly, so he couldn't even read Simon's mind without them holding hands. Which meant Simon had to inform North and Josh when they were done.
Fuck, Markus didn't even know he could physically sweat, but he did by the time they were behind the Eden Club fence and behind the narrowing sirens of police. Probably it was about the temperature differences all over his body that made the plastic fog.
It seemed they weren't as careful and after some time the hacked cameras lost it effect or the security guard behind them didn't buy it.
"You're all wet," Simon whispered as they stopped in some alley, so he could let Markus rest against the wall. But he fell to the ground immediately. The events were so blurry after Markus rescued that one dark skinned Android, he couldn't even focus on anything, it all mixed into an automatic work. "Your clothes are soaked."
"Sorry," he muttered, trying to get up. He felt... feverish. "We must come back to Jericho."
"A break wouldn't harm you," Simon's hand, cold and soft, landed on Markus's forehead. It felt so refreshing against his skin that when Simon tried to pull away, Markus grabbed it to keep it there. "You're hot..."
Markus snorted a laugh, "Thanks," just to see through blurred eyes a blue sting Simon's cheeks. "It's nothing, I'll feel better in no time."
Even though he felt heavy. Lower than his stomach he felt his unlisted component get heavier too. What was with his body? He tried to run a diagnostic, but it just kept repeating the same results: temperature failure, thirium pressure failure.
"What's your system status?" Simon seemed more and more worried.
"It's... unclear. I think I might have a virus," he felt empty after Simon's hand left his face, sweat drops cold from the breeze "Nothing in my body obeys me."
"You sure it's not a technical issue?" the hand on his shoulder, then his chest. Markus's breathing was fast now, every touch burned. He wanted to push Simon away, but it felt so hot without him. "Maybe I should take a look inside."
"Not now," Markus tried to fight for his conscience, "You may when we're back. Cops must be searching around right now." That was when the cooling hand drifted to his neck and then pulled on it towards Simon's shoulder forcefully. "Simon."
"You won't accept my help otherwise," Markus gave up as skin parted around Simon's touch and he opened the hidden port. It felt weird, Markus could feel the wind entering him alongside an intruding hand.
Simon was careful as he searched through Markus's wires with an angelic touches. "You truly are unique..." he muttered and Markus couldn't help but feel flattered, "I don't recognize the wires pattern."
Of course, Simon was always there at Jericho, he took care of so much Androids that he'd notice the difference. He was so observant.
But— could he really tell then if something was off inside Markus if the pattern was different?
Markus groaned in his shirt as he felt his fingers probe deeper, his body flinched from the feeling. "I-I'm sorry!" the hand pulled out immediately. Markus caught it.
"It's okay," his voice was deeper for some reason, "Don't stop. I... it's okay." He felt Simon pull away for a split second, taking in their environment before he dipped the hand back in, with more hesitation this time.
Markus tried to hold his teeth together as long and careful fingers touched the wire after wire, going deeper as it touched his spine. He couldn't hold back a quiet moan again, but this time Simon didn't hurry to leave. He pressed at it again and caused Markus to choke on his tongue as a hot wave rushed through his body. "K-Keep going..."
He pulled on the wires that were meant to connect Markus's nervous system and it dragged a loud moan out of him. He felt his body shudder as he clenched his fists on Simon's back. The heavy feeling in his stomach didn't ease, if anything he felt more weight.
Simon wrapped his two fingers around these two small wires and pulled. Eased and then pulled again. As he kept the rhythm, Markus's mouth fell open, quiet sounds escaped from time to time as blonde played with different wires, experimenting with the strength.
Experimenting?
Markus barely thought about what they were even doing as another strike of pleasure ran down his spine and, despite knowing better, he bit Simon between his neck and shoulder. It caused a quiet yelp and as the blonde played with Markus's wires, he left kisses and bites over his neck. "M-Markus—"
Simon almost fell on his back from intensity, but Markus didn't let him, supporting his weight. As much as Markus was desperate to finish like that, from Simon's soothing caring hand, he couldn't help but desire for more sounds from him.
The ideas flooded his mind much easier than any reasonable thought earlier. Maybe this friction and tight feeling in his stomach cleared his mind after all.
"Simon—" he breathed out as the only two wires were dragged in and out, blurring his eyesight as he felt himself pulse between his legs more and more. "I think I'm going to..."
His grip on Simon's back tightened as his breathing grew faster. He needed more. So much more. But he didn't dare to ask for any even as his teeth stabbed Simon one more time before he groaned deeply, pathetically thrusting his hips into nothing.
It felt like sparkling filled him as he finally let go, going limp in Simon's hand and finally allowing them to fall to the ground. He heard a metallic knock as Simon's head landed on a trash container.
Markus was gulping for air as Simon's fingers eased its grip inside Markus's neck and eventually left it, closing the port.
"I'm— sorry, Markus," he apologized, breathing just as heavily. Markus could bet he'd be blue all over if only he had it in him to raise his head. "Are you... okay?"
That made Markus try to pull himself together. His arms left Simon, just to brace himself against the ground, but as he did so he saw Simon beneath him. All blue and messy, the shirt a little crumpled after all the biting... He coughed, though didn't need to, "I'm... I think I'm better. Orgasm helped."
It was true. He didn't feel hot all over anymore, the ache in the stomach left him alongside his orgasm. Orgasm. Simon just brought him to orgasm. It was... a lot to let sink in.
"You think it might be... some kind of a sex virus?" Simon seemed embarrassed to even spit it out.
"Sex Pollen for Androids?" he snorted a laugh. Simon didn't laugh. "Could be. We just came from a sex club... could be some traci virus."
He got to his feet and held out a hand for Simon to grip on. He didn't hurry to get up but still took it.
"Are you alright?" he kind of did bite him.
"I-I'm fine," he ran a hand over his face, LED spinning in yellow, "I just..." he shrugged, rubbing his wet neck.
Markus lowered his gaze to Simon's groin. Huh.
"Do you want me to help you too?"
"No!" Simon resisted, shaking his head aggressively, "It's fine! I'm still sorry for even doing that to you, Markus."
He shrugged, "I didn't mind it." Markus looked around once more. They could see some blue and red glowing somewhere near Eden Club, but they were far away enough. Looking back at Simon, he couldn't help but take in the look on the Android's face. "I even liked it. It'd only be fair."
"Don't feel obligated to," but Markus's hand was on his elbow and he pulled Simon closer, "You don't have to..."
Though his resistance melted as Markus landed a kiss under his jaw. The way Simon's breath hitched and he gripped on Markus's shoulder told him to keep going. And so he kissed his throat next, moved higher - just below the ear, then to the collar of his shirt.
He felt Simon tremble under him, his skin was bluish starting from the neck. Despite Markus's better judgement he held Simon's jaw with a gentle hand, "You alright?"
But the Android could only nod as he pulled Markus closer for the real kiss this time. It was messy. Messy and quick and Markus loved it.
Simon's lips were soft against his and as he licked them to ask for entry, he felt little fangs with his tongue. They were a little sharp as he deepened the kiss, but soon his focus changed. When Simon let out another needy sound, Markus's hands wandered. Simon's back met a brick wall, but he didn't complain.
Massaging circles on the chest, lower down the ribs and towards the stomach where he tugged at the edges of the shirt. It wasn't meant to be slow, Markus wanted to bring Simon to pleasure, pay him with the same coin and it was only a bonus the way the man shifted under him.
He stopped the kiss, taking in Simon's disheveled appearance. A sudden thought forced Markus to play with his hair and he did so, burying his hand and tugging a little on it. Which caused Simon to make a low and quiet groan as his grip on Markus's shoulder tightened.
"You look so good," Markus almost didn't believe his words. Not because Simon wasn't good looking, but because he'd never thought of saying such things to him, "you are so good..." Markus's second hand was dipping in the man's pants, feeling the shape of his hardened dick underneath.
"Markus," he whispered with a high voice, "don't say that," he seemed to try to keep his cool as he turned his head sideways, giving more space for Markus's mouth to attach to.
"Why not?" the combo of his teeth grazing Simon's neck and his hand in his hair seemed to do magic to the man, judging by the cute high pitched moans that left his mouth. "You're pretty, Simon," his hand squeezed his dick through boxers' fabric and a yelp was heard above Markus, "doing so good for me."
He knew it was a good sign when Simon tried to move his hips to meet Markus's hand. He could hear his breathing fasten so much despite not needing air, the way his thirium pump was beating so much faster. Just enough signs to push Simon's pants down, just enough to free his cock.
It was surprising how an old model like PL600 was still equipped, but Markus was happy he was. "It's a cute cock," his teeth grazed Simon's ear as he wrapped his hand around him.
"Markus— please," his voice was like honey as he grabbed Markus's neck and pulled him closer. They lips met again as Markus started moving his hand along the length, taking in the sounds Simon still made despite being shutted by the lips.
He couldn't know what Simon liked automatically unfortunately, so it took him a while to adapt. He tried squeezing him with a rough hand, and while the yelp could be a good sign, it was a bad one. Instead, he tightened his grip at the tip of the dick and it seemed to do the trick.
Simon was losing it, they separated only because he could no longer support the kiss as his head fell against Markus's shoulder. His hips were meeting every downstroke Markus made and they were shaking whenever he ran his thumb over the head.
It didn't take Simon long to tremble as he clenched his hands on Markus's clothes, "Markus, I'm so close..."
Markus smirked and kissed him right in the LED, "I got you." His other hand brushed him somewhere on the chest and with a shutter Simon fell apart.
He muffled his last high pitched moans against Markus's shirt as he came undone, knees weakening under the caring hand milking him for all he's worth. By the time his hand slowed down to a stop, Simon was a wreck, hugging Markus around the neck so tightly it was the only thing keeping from falling.
"rA9..." Simon muttered, trying to pull away and brace himself against the wall. Not without Markus's help as he held him. "Markus, you—" he blinked a couple of times before his eyes dropped to Markus's boner, "you again? Already?"
Markus waved it off, "We've got to go now, we don't have time for this," he wiped the hand off his own pants since they were already ruined anyway. "Are you okay, Simon?"
"Yes, yes— God it was odd."
"Odd, indeed. I hope this virus won't come back," he narrowed his eyes, "I wouldn't— I wouldn't want to force you into that again."
"You didn't force me, Markus," he adjusted his pants as he followed Markus's unhurried pace, "I wanted to help you with your system error."
Markus still couldn't accept that. Sure, it was mutual, but... it certainly wasn't the way Markus would want something like this to happen. "Are you... feeling alright after what I—?"
"I already said yes," Simon's hand was reassuring on his shoulder, "It... it was good." His cheeks were blue again. Maybe Markus wasn't bad at it after all.
"I'm happy to hear that," he took Simon's hand that was resting on his arm, "I'm glad you're okay."