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Hank’s POV:

He could confidently say that in the entirety of his life, he had never once been so goddamn hungover. His head had a jackhammer going off in it, and he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if something ended up cracking open his skull and crawling out like the dude’s chest in Alien. He’d thrown up about four times already, only two managed to actually be in the toilet, his bedroom trash can was officially ruined. His mouth was like a desert, and everything ached as he dragged himself into the kitchen to get some water. 

Worst of all, he was pretty sure he was still a little bit drunk.

“What the fuck happened?” He murmured as he tried not to down an entire glass of water lest it cause him to throw up again. The goal for drinking was to forget, but this is the first time in a long time he’d actually succeeded at blacking out. His tolerance had been built so high over the past three years that it was nearly impossible. He must’ve drunk Jimmy’s out of everything to get so blitzed. 

The only fortunate thing was that it seemed he hadn’t brought anyone home with him; it used to happen when Cole first died and his wife left, and every time he hated it—waking up with some random woman, or on two odd occasions, a man, and having to send them on their merry way knowing absolutely nothing that transpired between them. Sometimes they got pissed, but usually they had been just as drunk as he and got out as quickly as possible after seeing him with a sober mind. 

Making his way back to the living room and, more importantly, his soft couch, he nearly brained himself tripping on a bag of dog food. At least he was right enough in the head last night to feed Sumo, even though it looked like he didn’t quite make it to the dog’s bowl, more so, just tipped over the bag to let it fall out onto the floor. 

Eh, Sumo would appreciate the extra kibble his drunk mind gave him.

Not even five minutes into his attempted nap did a knock on the door echo through the house and his head. He groaned, yelling at them to go away and that solicitors will be shot, but they just kept going. Nothing he said would stop them, and with great effort and a lot of pain, he pulled himself back up to answer. It better not be anyone from the station, although they likely would’ve started yelling back already. When he finally opened the door to tell them off, he was met with a sight he never expected and yet hated instantly.

There was an android on his doorstep, wearing the usual Cyberlife uniform, a perfectly put-together smile on her face. Beside her was a massive, futuristic box that was labeled rather clearly by the tech company and the words ‘limited edition customizable android’ printed across it in reflective silver lettering. 

“Good afternoon, Sir. Are you Henry Anderson?” She asked in a too-high-pitched, customer service voice, and he nodded before thinking better of it, his mind still a few steps behind. “Wonderful. I have your new limited edition comfort-bot prototype. Just sign right here, and you can get started. It has already been fit with your requests, so no setup is needed.” 

“Excuse me?” She blinked at his question, clearly unsure what he was asking about, so he continued. “You must be mistaken, I would never buy an android.”

“You are Henry Anderson, lieutenant at the Detroit Police Department, born September 6th, 198-”

“Yeah, that’s me, but there’s no way…” 

Fuck, just how drunk was he the night before?

“I’m very sorry, Sir, but since it was customized, I cannot return it to Cyberlife or offer you a refund. If you wish, you can have it disposed of at the proper facilities, and they may offer you compensation for the exchangeable parts. Just sign right here and you can get star-”

“Dammit, alright,” He grumbled, knowing she was just going to repeat the same spiel over and over no matter what he said. It was just what the androids did when they worked outside a home, functioning on company policy only. He signed the stupid paper, and she wheeled the box into his entryway before taking off with a quick ‘thank you for choosing Cyberlife’ like they had any competitors. 

Leaving him alone with the human-sized box and no clue what the fuck he had ordered.

Hopefully, it was some kind of maid android; it was the only one he could ever imagine himself getting, but that seemed highly unlikely. The model displayed on the box was nothing he recognized, and the other one had called it a prototype. 

Deciding he wasn’t right enough to deal with it at the moment, he proceeded with his plan of knocking out on the couch for a couple of hours before he was finally over his damn hangover. 

When he awoke, he’d been convinced it was a dream, some very strange, very whiskey-induced dream. But then he sat up and saw the box still standing by his front door, and his stomach dropped. Sumo was pawing and sniffing at it, letting out little chuffs when the box wouldn’t respond to his behavior. With object terror, he moved closer, fighting with himself against the knowledge that he should just leave it in the box and get rid of it, and the curiosity of what exactly his drunk self thought was worthy enough to purchase after three years of hating androids. 

Eventually, his curiosity won out as it often did over his common sense.

He opened the upper front panel, coming face to face with the most textbook definition of a pretty boy, and his heart stopped in his chest. There was no way, no possible way, it was what he thought it was. The android in front of him was exactly his type, a mixture of his favorite features, like it had been pieced together from his porn history. But it wasn’t possible, no matter how fucked up he’d been, there was no way he bought a fucking sexbot. 

He couldn’t believe that.

So he continued, removing the rest of the cardboard that covered the android's body and-yep, definitely made from his porn history.

The android was lean, not thin, but lean with smooth muscles that just barely showed up under his pale and lightly spotted skin. He was just a few inches shorter than himself, with fluffy dark brown hair brushed back from his face, with only a single piece out of place and boyishly hanging over his forehead. He had a strong jaw, but not too wide, and a straight nose with the most perfectly pinked lips. His entire body seemed to be smooth from the face down, not a single hair on his legs or arms, which were very clearly revealed by his unfortunate outfit. 

The android was wearing what could only be described as a pale blue short-sleeve onesie, complete with little snaps around the crotch. It perfectly hugged his body, showing off every curve and detail from his slightly perked nipples to the small bulge around his groin. He stared at it for several long seconds, just coming to terms with the fact that someone at Cyberlife had to actually dress this android in it, knowing it was being sent to him. 

Russian roulette was not going to fail him tonight. 

When he finally managed to pull himself away from the disturbing, but honestly titillating sight, he managed to see the information booklet that came with it and instantly snatched it up. He couldn’t remember anything, but hopefully it would fill in the gaps.

And it did, but it was worse than he could imagine.

The android, Connor, as he apparently had named it last night, was Cyberlife’s prototype ‘comfort bot.’ An android that could be customized in its function to provide the consumer with whatever they wished for a companion. There were two pages of options followed by a page and a half specifically for a ‘regressed’ model that he’d apparently chosen. Some were basic things, like appearance and personality, likes and dislikes, but others…

Sensitivity levels, specific kinks, ability to urinate-

Ability to urinate? 

Why the fuck had he clicked yes for that? 

What the fuck? Why had he ever thought it was a good idea to get a sexbot, not just a sexbot, but an age-play sexbot? That was one of his few kinks he tried to avoid because of how fucked up it was. He’d only ever engaged with it when he was at his lowest of lows, when he didn’t give a fuck if he was damning himself and throwing away his morals. How could he have possibly- 

A soft humming sprang to life in the room, and he turned to see Sumo pawing at the android's chest, right at the activation panel the booklet had told him about. 

“Sumo, don’t touch that!” He shouted, but it was too late; the beast had already managed to turn the damn thing on. It moved slightly, as if shaking off a deep slumber, as its eyes, a deep and beautiful shade of brown that gave it a far softer look than he was expecting, started to blink slowly. It looked around for a moment, taking in the new space before finally landing on him. It tilted its head in curiosity, as if trying to figure him out, before smiling and saying one horrible, terrible word.

“Daddy?”

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Hank’s POV:

He was fucked.

Of course the damn android had the most beautiful voice imaginable. Soft, but with a hint of cockiness and slight vocal fry; though that may be because it’s a machine. It was looking at him with an open expression and a tad of hope and his stomach rolled at the idea.

“Jesus,” He groaned, glancing away for a moment to try and clear his head of the aroused fog that had quickly come over him. The android moved to step toward him, knee buckling on the first weight shifted and it fell to the ground with a thump. It looked around in a daze, as if shocked by the sudden change in height and he couldn’t help, but chuckle at the bewildered expression. 

“Oh,” It mumbled, moving to push itself into a sitting position with a small frown, “I don’t think I can walk.” 

“Jesus,” He repeated, both at the innocence in that discovery and the implication of it. “What the hell did I do?”

“Daddy, help,” The android demanded, arms reaching out toward him and hands grabbing insistently. He stepped over to help on instinct before remember that it was a fucking android made to mimic an adult mimicking a child. Sumo, however, didn’t understand that it wasn’t the same as the rare house guest and stepped forward to sniff it. The android startled at the large dog in his face, but it quickly devolved into giggles as Sumo began to lick his cheek. The android wrapped his lithe arms around Sumo’s thick neck, carding his fingers through the fur, and rubbing his face against the dog’s. After a moment it gleefully exclaimed, “I like dogs.”

Of course it did, he probably clicked the box for pet friendly on the damn website when he ordered the android. Well, maybe it would be good for Sumo to have someone around to play with and that way the android would be too distracted to bother him. 

At least until he managed to get rid of it, there was no way he was keeping the thing even if he wanted to, he had nowhere to put it. It could technically fit in his hall closet if he cleared it out a bit, but that felt a bit cruel even if it was just a machine. 

“Listen,” The android turned to look up at him, the large doe eyes full of curiosity and…oh god, it looked like love. He knew that it was fake, just lines of a program replicating the expression of love, but the emotion was enough to halt him. How was he supposed to explain that this was all a mistake and the android needed to go when the machine was looking at him like that. 

Goddamn pretty-boy bot.

“Oh hell, just, just play with Sumo for a second. I have to take care of something. And be careful, he's gentle, but he’s bigger than he thinks. Don’t want you getting any damage.” He doesn’t add that it would make it harder to sell, not when it seemed so pleased that he didn’t want it hurt.

The android continued to pet and get pushed over by Sumo, his laughter filling the usually silent home in a way that made his heart ache. As the two messed around in the entry way, he got ahold of his old, but reliable laptop and started looking for a way to get the android of his hands. It was a prototype which, frustratingly, meant there wasn’t a market for it, but also meant that if he could find someone willing to buy, he could get a lot for it. Apparently, it doesn’t matter if there might be some bugs, people just wanted the latest bit of tech. Although given how hyper specific this android’s program was, it would probably still be hard to sell. 

Still, he created an anonymous account on some marketplace tech site, put in what little he knew about the android and put up the price. He knew it would likely take a while for any offers, but he turned notifications on and then when to lay in his bed for a moment to contemplate how his life had ended up so fucked up. 

“Daddy?” A few minutes into his afternoon sulk his miserable haze was disrupted by the soft word and he tilted his head toward the locked door to hear the shuffle of fabric against carpet. At first he wondered if the android had been desperate enough to find him, it had learned to walk, only to realize that he wasn’t hearing footsteps. More likely, the android was crawling on all fours and god if that didn’t make his cock twitch at the mental image. “Daddy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” He yelled back, getting to his feet with a grunt to go figure out why the hell the android was coming to find him. He opened his door to find the android was in fact crawling down the hallway, the movement far more graceful and natural looking than it would ever be for a human the age of his appearance. He could feel his cock filling out slowly at the sight, even as the android stopped and sat on its heels, staring up at him with his lips perfectly parted and plush. 

He tried to subtly adjust his sweats so it wasn’t as obvious he was getting hard, but by the way its eyes followed the action and zeroed in on his crotch, he clearly hadn’t succeeded. The android licked its lips, head tilting to the side with intrigue and he quickly moved to cover his groin with a hand. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, trying to pull the intense attention away from his arousal and it somewhat succeeded, but every few moments he could see it glance back down. 

“Huh?”

“You came to get me,” He explained. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” The android was still very clearly distracted and unfortunately, the glances did nothing to soften him. “You were gone for so long. I was scared. I thought something was wrong.”

“You were scared?” He asked incredulously knowing damn well there was no way and android could feel fear. Although, this one was newer and had been designed as a childlike submissive, so maybe it had some weird programming to simulate panic when left alone too long.

He really needed to finish reading that damn manual. 

“Right, well,” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his noise, “lets go back into the living room. You can…do whatever you want to do, I’m going to watch some TV.”

“Okay, Daddy,” The android agreed easily, reaching up with eager arms to be picked up and he stared for a long moment before sighing again and walking past it. He couldn’t fall for its charms, he was getting rid of the damn thing. 

He could not get attached.