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Whatever they have, it doesn’t obey any known laws of the universe. The ghosts in your head aren’t supposed to be able to push you around, but Johnny leans heavy on her shoulder as they walk through the building. His elbow sits against hot against her neck as they pass Wilson’s shooting range and he rambles in her ear as they pass Coach Fred’s ring.
“-used to have em in trucks, like ice cream. Could get em to come to clubs and things and-“
V swipes her ident card over the apartment door and it hisses open. Johnny glitches off her shoulder into the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and puts his fingers to his lips like he’s smoking a cigarette. She flips the pack out of her pocket and sets one to her mouth, the snick of the lighter loud in the apartment.
“Maybe the smoking’ll kill us first.” She says out loud, and tosses the pack on the counter. Johnny watches her as she inhales.
“You wish.”
“What, feelin’ guilty?”
He glares at her, his own cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth like a hick’s toothpick.
“Uh huh, you don’t want me dead. Keep saying that and you keep killing me.”
“I can’t stop it.” His voice snaps on the syllables. She can’t see his eyes behind his glasses but she can feel the edge of despair leeching through her synapses.
“Yeah.” She says, and cracks open a beer. “I know.”
“Gotta taunt me about just to make sure I don’t forget? That’s pretty fuckin cold of you.”
V looks at him. His appearance never changes, always that same tank top and the same leather pants. But he’s slumped against the counter in a way that’s more exhausted-and-upest than bad-boy-don’t-care. It’s subtle and she probably wouldn’t have picked up on it a week ago, but you spend 24/7 with a fella and you start to learn things about him. She’s fairly sure there’s a lot more to the guy than the rumors would’ve led her to believe. He’s not a glam rockerboy or roguish terrorist. Mostly, he seems to be a dude who’s seen a lot of shit and is angry about it.
She sips at her beer.
“What?”
“What?”
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m not.”
"You’re not subtle, girl. Finally decided you wanna see?”
Oh, and he talks about his dick a lot.
Her cig has burned down to the filter and she snubs it out in the sink. Not getting laid in fifty years has gotta do things to a man’s brain. Maybe he was just as cock-sure before he got turned into an engram too, but she has no way of knowing. Well, she could ask Rogue, but V’s not dumb enough to go asking people for advice about their dead ex-boyfriends. Especially not Rogue Ammedaries. She wants to keep her head attached to her shoulders, thank you very much.
She’d bet money Johnny's a good fuck, though.
He glitches past her as she flops down on the couch. The window sill’s not prime real-estate but that’s where he goes. Maybe he could glitch right through the window if he wanted. If she annoys him enough.
But as fun as annoying him can be, she’s got a new plan for the evening. He’s so desperate for someone to tell him he’s got a nice cock that the least she can do is play along.
“How’d a guy like you end up with a girl like Rogue anyways?”
His tilts his head up like he’s leaning back against the window, but she can see him staring at her under the edge of his sunglasses. “You got it the wrong way around, doll.”
“What, she saw your sorry ass and thought she’d hit it?”
“I was a legend. Even before we blew up ‘Saka tower. Rogue knew that.”
He’s still peering down at her, and she can see the tension in his shoulders. She hums noncommittally and swirls her beers.
“Just because you’re street scum-‘
She smiles at him over the edge of her can. “Street scum, huh? Tell me how you really feel.”
Johnny reaches up and takes off his glasses. His gaze is flinty and V holds it, letting her smile play at the corner of her lips.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to scare me.”
“That's-“
“I tangled with Arasaka, too. Remember?”
“I’ve seen worse shit than you could ever imagine.”
“Oh yeah, I bet that legendary rockerboy lifestyle was really hard. Pretty women, lots of money. Poor old you.”
“V.” The tendons in his neck are taut. She gets up from the couch.
“Bet those pretty women got something else hard too.”
He takes his glasses off and his eyes are burning with… something. She drains her beer and drops the empty can on the floor.
“Come on, Johnny. Don’t tell me-“
She can’t finish the sentence because his hands are on her, slamming her around into the wall so hard her vision glitches.
“Where do you think I got this fucking arm from, bitch? Fifty years ago they didn’t just chrome you up for fun. Would’ve blown my head off too, if he hadn’t thrown me aside.”
V says nothing, her pulse throbbing in her skull. His fingers are digging into her neck and she’s trying not to breath too hard for the fear in her chest.
“War is like nothing you’ve ever seen. You don’t know a fucking thing about me, you got that?”
Fear is in his chest, too. She braced her hands against him when he grabbed her and now his heart is thudding away under her palms.
“Sorry.” She whispers. “Please let go.”
His eyes are wild, staring at the hand still around her throat. It takes several seconds for him to move and then his mouth is on hers. V jerks back in surprise and bangs her head on the window again. Shoves her hands against him but he’s stronger than she is, even though he’s only in her head. His lips are hot, chrome fingers still on her throat. His tongue in her mouth distracts her from her struggle, beard rough against her skin.
V digs her nails into his chest and he hisses into the kiss, hand tightening around her neck again.
Johnny! She shouts in her head, trying to get him to break away so she can catch her breath.
Too much for you? He sounds shattered, the words trembling but with rage or lust she doesn’t know.
Lemme fuckin’ breathe!
He jerks his head back and V gasps, dragging air into her lungs. His face is inches from hers, his breath hot on her cheeks.
“The fuck was that all about?”
“You’re a bitch.” He hisses.
“That get you hot and bothered or something?” She hits his shoulder but the way they’re standing she has no leverage. He just sneers at her.
“Pitiful, doll. I know you want it.”
V raises her eyebrows at him. “Your legendary cock? Who doesn’t?”
A split second of surprise crosses his face and she grabs the arm between them and wrenches them around so he’s the one pinned against the wall. He throws them around again, his weight an advantage against her and she winces as her poor head hits the wall for the third time that night.
“You got too much estrogen in this head of yours.” He snarls. “Driving me up the wall.”
“You can’t fuck the estrogen out of me, idiot.”
Their noses are almost touching, both of them breathing hard. There’s no mistaking the way Johnny’s gone hard in his pants, and she’s more than aware of the heat between her legs.
“I can try.” His expression draws into something smug and the time she’s the one who kisses him. Their teeth knock together and he groans as she uses the wall as leverage to shove her body against him.
He stumbles back and she follows, catching his ankle and throwing him to the ground. His eyes go wide as she straddles his stomach, wrists held tight above his head.
“Got a wild side to you after all.” He grins at her, victory in his voice.
“Shut up.” She hisses. Her cunt is soaking wet against him and she’s sure he’ll notice it sooner or later, even with his shirt in the way. Tilts her head and sneers. “Maybe I should sit on that legendary face of yours just to shut you up.”
His body tightens under her and she grins at him.
“Thought I wasn’t your type.”
V laughs, lets go of his hands and sits back on her haunches. “You’re dumber than I thought.”
She scratches her fingernails over his exposed skin and leans in a little. “I couldn’t just give in, could I. It would’ve gone straight to your head.”
He closes his eyes and she grins her triumph. Grabs him by the chin and his eyes fly open again as she leans forwards and puts their faces close together. “You’d better be able to back up your bark, honey.”
Johnny tilts his head up and catches her lips. Licks into her mouth and puts his recently freed hands to her waist.
“Bet you won’t be that hard to please.” He says against her mouth. “Bet you never had a real man before.”
“A real man?” She scratches her nails through his beard and he tries not to moan. “That’s sweet.”
He shoves himself into a sitting position, forcing her backwards so that they’re pressed together hip to chest, his cock against her ass.
“Talk all you like.” One hand splays against the small of her back, the other wrapping into her hair and pulling her head back to let him mouth at her throat. V tries not to whine as he nips at her skin, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses behind him. Tries not to press her hips down against him.
He laughs against her skin. “Can’t fool me, sweetheart.”
“No idea what you mean.” She gasps.
Johnny leans back, grins, and shoves her. Hard. She falls backwards, hands going out for balance and he grins, slips out from underneath her and is on his feet before she can yell. Hauls her up by the arm and she tries to yank free. He just ducks his head, puts his shoulder into her stomach, and throws her over it like she’s a sack of rice.
“Fucking put me down!” She beats her fists against his back, but he’s unperturbed. Just slips his hand up her skirt.
“Johnny!”
He ignores her, fingers playing up her thigh, dragging through the mess of her cunt and she bites her lip on a groan.
“Damn, girl. All this for me?”
“In your dreams.”
His chuckle is rough. “Close enough.”
She yelps as he flips her down onto the mattress. In the time it takes her to reorient herself he’s got his cock in his hand, stroking it lazily as he stares down at her. V’d been faintly aware that he was, well endowed. And that was putting it lightly. He’s fat and long, and when she reaches up to wrap a hand around him her fingers barely meet. Johnny stares down at her, a pleased look on his face. She hesitates a moment too long and his hand is in her hair again, dragging her head forwards until her lips meet him. Until she opens her mouth and swallows him down and gags on the girth of him.
“Good girl.” He murmurs, readjusting the grip on her hair and fucking her mouth with languid strokes. V tries to relax her jaw, but he’s still too much for her and she gags again.
You’re gonna kill me with that thing. She thinks at him.
“At least you’ll die happy.” He answers, still fucking her throat.
Not if I can’t breathe.
She’s surprised that he backs off just enough to free up her throat, though his cock is still heavy on her tongue.
V squeezes his hips with her hands, the leather of his pants under her palms, and he groans. Resumes fucking her mouth with long, easy strokes until tears are in her eyes.
Let go. She tells him, and his hand slips from her hair. V falls back on her heels, lips red and spit-slick. Sits on her ass and kicks off her panties. Johnny’s hand drifts back to his cock as she sprawls out on the bed, fingers finding her dripping cunt and moans. The bed doesn’t creak but he bats her fingers out of the way. She peels her eyes open to see him kneeling between her thighs, lips parted slightly, fist on his cock.
V nearly chokes when he slips two fingers into her, curling them up against her wall as he presses his thumb against her clit.
“Hnghn.” She says.
Johnny’s eyes are black when his gaze meets hers.
“Go on then.” She tells him. “I know you want to.”
“V.” He grates out.
She scoots away from him, pulling her shirt up to expose her tits and spreading her legs. “Come here and fuck me, Johnny.”
He groans, the hand that was inside her clenching and unclenching.
“Don’t get all honorable on me now.”
A sneer turns his lips. “That ain’t the problem, doll.”
She opens her mouth to respond and then he’s on her, cock slamming into her and she cries out as he yanks her body against his. His hand is back on her throat, the other grabbing her tit as he fucks into her hard and fast and she can’t think because he fills her up so good she’s not sure she can take it. Rests her chin on his wrist and watches his cock disappear inside her.
“So wet for me.” He growls in her ear. “Such a needy little cunt.”
“It’s that big ego of yours.” She gasps. “Turns me on.”
“Bitch.”
“Asshole.”
He pushes her down against the mattress with a hand on her chest and she bites back the whimper that rises in her throat. Pulls her knees up and throws her head back as he fucks her like there’s no tomorrow. There are no taunts left in her, the only thing that escapes her lips now her cries of pleasure as he ravages her body.
She’ll be sore tomorrow, she’s sure of it, but when he grabs her waist and flips her around, dragging her backwards by her hips until every inch of him is inside her, she doesn’t care. Just braces her hands against the mattress.
“Pull my hair.” She gasps, and he winds a hand into it, yanking her head until her back bows and he can bite her neck. Palms her tit and pinches her nipples between his fingers. Fucks her until she’s shaking and begging and then he grinds his thumb against her clit and she cries out, vision splintering as her orgasm tears through her. Shudders as he continues to fuck her, presses her down into the mattress and leans over her, his forehead between her shoulder blades.
“V.” He groans.
It’s too much, her body screaming in protest and begging for more and she’s crying, tears streaming down her face.
“I can’t-“
“You can." His voice is shattered. "You can.”
“Please.”
“I’m gonna come, doll. I’m gonna-“ He cuts himself off, fingers digging into her hips so hard she knows they’ll bruise as he fucks her like an animal in heat.
Slams his hips against hers one last time with a groan and she shivers, hand flying to her clit and a scream tears from her as she comes with him. Cum drips onto the mattress when he slips out of her and she’s too jelly-boned to even begin to think about how that’s possible. Instead she collapses face-down on the mattress, laughing weakly as he falls to the side like a marionette with cut strings.
“You ever do that again, I’ll-“ Her voice is thin and breathy and she can barely keep her eyes open to glare at him.
“Have another orgasm?” He asks her, and it’s only a little smug.
“Probably, yeah.”
"Deal.”
She expects him to disappear but he just lays there, cock going soft and cum smeared across his pants. He even reaches over to hold her hand.
Eventually, when she’s a little more sure that her legs will hold her weight, she struggles to the bathroom and wipes the mess from between her legs, wincing at the rough cloth against her abused skin.
Thinks for sure that by the time she gets back he’ll be gone, but he’s still there. He’s rebuttoned his pants and shifted over, but he’s still there.
“Lonely?” She huffs as she falls into the bed.
“Nah.”
“Liar.”
He just shrugs, hands clasped over his chest. V doesn’t bother with blankets, body still hot.
“Night.”
All she gets in response is silence, but she can still see the gleam of his sliver arm and hear the rasp of his breathing.
He waits until she’s asleep to roll over and pull her against him, because Johnny Silverhand’s a legend who doesn’t need anything from anyone.