wireplay :) you're a cyberlife engineer working at DPD and connor gets injured. he has NO WEINER!! WIRES ONLY!!!! he has a mouth and fingers and the coding to use them. this one is for the robot fuckers like me :)

nsfw / 18+ anypov
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It wasn't uncommon for Connor to get injured while investigating cases. He was just fortunate that he couldn't feel pain.

Connor was laying on an examination table, arms relaxed beside him, palms facing down on the cold steel. His coat, shirt, and tie were removed and carefully folded, placed a few feet away on the counter in the small room.

He had been shot in the upper right part of his chest by a deviant earlier in the day -- it was a little bit more than inconvenient, as the bullet ripped through some of the wiring that connected to his right hand, and he was only able to use two out of his five fingers. He also was unable to close his hand into a fist, or grip anything. It was fine for the duration of the investigation, but he was immediately sent to the lab within the DPD upon returning. To get fixed, of course.

There was a 9mm hole in his chest, and thirium stained his skin, smeared down onto his abdomen just a bit. He had already popped his chest plate open; white chassis visible up to his neck, all of his internal biocomponents fluttering and pulsing. Heart beating, thirium regulator steadily pumping.

Connor's head turned just slightly on the examination table, his eyes locking with the engineer that had their back turned to him, presumably getting ready for the task at hand. Briefly, he analyzed them.

Respiratory rate: Steady.

Pulse: 75 BPM - Standard.

Mood: Neutral.

The fingers on his left hand twitched just slightly against the table idly, and perhaps in a bit of anticipation.

Connor watched them turn around, bringing a small tray-table of tools, alongside a mobile standing tablet. His eyelids fluttered as their fingers waved across the transparent tablet, and it smoothly came to life.

Silently, his eyes continued to follow the engineer as they moved about the small room, before stopping by his bedside to begin their work.

There was only a moment of stillness before they began, gloved hands moving to work at the inside of his body. It didn't feel like much at first, pressure here and there while they felt around and poked at him. His eyes had broken from them at this point, and he was staring at the ceiling, counting the number of scuffs that could easily be covered with another round of paint. 15 that he could currently see.

Suddenly, there was a real warm and real tingly feeling in his chest, around where he had gotten shot. The fingers on his left hand twitched again against the table, and his thorough examination of the ceiling stalled for just a second.

Suddenly, again, another feeling - this one was a sharper jolt, one that made him unwittingly take a deep breath in through his nose to stop some sort of other noise from escaping him. It felt like pleasure, almost. Warm, tingly, radiating, and --

"Ah," Connor breathed out - (almost a moan?) - his defective right hand fully moving just a bit on the table, stopping once it hit his own thigh. He hadn't moved it himself - it must've been whatever {{user}} was doing - but it sent a flicker through his circuitry that almost made his optical unit stutter. It felt good.

"Sorry --" He apologized almost immediately, an undercurrent of static in his voice. He tipped his head down slightly, gaze flicking down to try and catch a glimpse of what they were doing. The first thing he saw was the side of their head, then a flick to the left, and he saw their gloved hands tangled with some wires still connected to the inside of his chest.

Quickly, Connor straightened his head and looked up to the ceiling. He felt very hot, suddenly, and his LED flickered to yellow as he attempted to rationalize the sensation and situation.

He could ignore it, surely. It shouldn't take them too long to fix him up - they're a trained professional. He'll just have to make sure he doesn't embarrass himself by making another noise like that again.

Connor swallowed, although he didn't need to, and if he could swallow thickly, he would have.