Trigger warning for anxiety/panic attack

Smut, you're welcome 

That night, still uneasy but reassured, Andy slept in Remington's bed. At least, he tried to sleep in Remington's bed, but he was having such a hard time understanding what was causing him to feel so strange that his mind wouldn't rest. Remington had been stroking his hair for the past ten minutes, though they had remained quiet until he said softly, "I worry this feeling will not go away." 

Lifting his hand, Remington rested it on Andy's shoulder. "It will, I promise," he said. "It might just take a little bit of time, but it will." 

"How can you be sure?"

"I've had panic attacks before. I used to get them weekly. You feel like you're dying for a while, then it fades into dull fear, and then it disappears. I know it's unnerving and I'm sorry you're dealing with it, but I promise, you're through the worst of it now. You'll be just fine." 

Andy turned his head to look at Remington. "You're being so kind to me. Thank you. I do not like to be any trouble." 

"Don't be silly, you're already my favourite person. I'll do everything I can to help you feel better. I know you'd do the same for me." 

"Of course. I would not hesitate to help you." 

Remington smiled. "And I'm sure, one day soon, I'll need you, and you'll be there. Like I am now, for you. Two way street, see?" 

"And I will be happy to be there for you, Remi." 

"As am I, happy to be here for you now. So be quiet about being a burden or whatever, you're not. I might have to kiss you again just to shut you up." 

Andy was allowing himself to smile, too. "Maybe you could do it anyway," he suggested. "It would offer a great distraction from the way I am feeling." Then he hesitated and added, "I have been hoping you would." 

Part of Remington wanted to laugh, because here he was, with a part human-part AI in his lap, being asked to kiss him, and he was enjoying it. What a strange life he lived, he thought happily. "Oh, you have, have you? That's good to know." 

"Have you?" 

"Honey, look at yourself in the mirror and ask that again. Have I?" He shook his head and laughed. "Alright. Sit up," he then instructed, and once Andy had sat up, he grabbed his jaw and kissed him firmly, planning on pulling away and asking how it felt, but Andy got up onto his knees and pulled him closer. "Jesus," Remington breathed, eventually breaking apart for oxygen. "Desperate much?" 

"Remington," Andy begun, knelt with his hands on the human - one on his chest and the other at the small of his back - and then smiled. "Please, let's not stop." 

"You're fucking perfect," Remington mumbled. "How can you be so good at kissing? You've never done it before." 

"I cannot answer this." 

"You can do it again, though. Come on. Show me what you got. It's been a long time I made out with someone I actually liked." 

"Well, today is your lucky day," Andy said, and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around Remington so that they were pressed together and bent down, lowering the human on his back and hovering above. Andy pulled away to look at his face, flushed. 

Remington gazed up at him. "Well, fuck me, we're not stopping now. You're making me hard. You know how long it's been since someone made me hard just by kissing me? A long bloody time. Mm, you're so good at it." 

A lazy smirk had found its place on The Perfect's face and he closed the gap not only between their mouths, but between their hips, pressing them together and humming. Then, pulling away again, he said with furrowed eyebrows, "This is a new sensation for me." 

"Is it a good sensation?" Remington asked, collecting himself. 

"It is very good, I would like for it to continue." 

"Then it shall continue. I believe you seem to be the dom, so I'll do what you please." 

"Dom?" 

"Dominant. You know. In control." 

Their crotches were still pushed together. "Yes, that makes sense. I know what a dominant is in this context, I believe." 

"Good. You're gonna need that information. Kiss me again." 

Andy did, and this time, they didn't break apart for a long while. They fell into a comfortable rhythm of grinding their hips together until they both were moaning, and it was the first time that Andy had seemed completely human, in both his actions and his voice. 

The clothes came off somewhere after the ten minute mark, and Remington was momentarily mesmerized by the way Andy looked, from head to toe. It was hard to believe he wasn't made in a factory, that his body was real and alive and made of the same things everyone else was made of. 

"You're staring," Andy said, knelt with a knee either side of Remington's thighs 

"I know," Remington replied. "You're gorgeous." 

"You're gorgeous, too." He ran his hands up Remington's ribs and over his collar bones, leaning forwards so that their cocks pressed against one another's lower stomach. 

"How are you so good at this?" Wondered Remington breathlessly. "They've programmed this into you, for sure." 

Andy chuckled. He had never done that before, never responded to something with a sound rather than a full sentence. 

"God, I could do this with you forever. You're so pretty." 

"You would like me to fuck you?" Andy asked. The first time he had sworn, as far as Remington could remember."

"Is that even a question? Just let me work out where I last put the lube, because it's been a while. Uh.... Oh, that's right. You wanna get it? It should be in the back of the wardrobe. A green bottle." 

Andy found it easily, and seemed to know what it was for, how to use it, and even that he should use his fingers first, before his cock. He had Remington a writhing mess by the time he was ready, and they engaged in a hungry kiss while he slid tightly in. He groaned deep into Remington's mouth, the sound reciprocated, and at least for the time being, his anxiety had been forgotten and he felt amazing, in a way he had never felt before.