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A deep throbbing, at his core. Aches bone deep, a low rumbling in his gut. He wasn’t quite awake, but unsure if this could be called sleep either. Fragments of memory glitching in and out, had he given control over to Johnny again?
Ah right, they did that now, for better or for worse. Didn’t even need the damn pills anymore, their minds so entangled. It should terrify him, but he found himself not caring anymore. It felt nice to give over the reins and just cease.
Johnny probably went on a bender again, fucking dolls and drinking whatever the fuck he wanted. The bastard would leave him to deal with the consequences, at most times a hangover and a significant dent in his eddies and once a surprise pregnancy.
He hadn’t been happy about that one. Took the blockers and refused to talk to him for a week.
He doesn’t even know why he’d let him back in, except he does. As pathetic as it sounds, he felt lonely. Ugh, he can picture Johnny snickering at him while taking a drag of his cigarette. So fucking embarrassing.
A whimper left his mouth. A chuckle, not his. His head felt like mush, he could barely move. His optics weren’t working properly, his OS throwing up all sorts of errors. Most prominent being RELIC MALFUNCTION. Of fucking course.
“Johnny?” V asked, unsure whether he said it out loud or not. Not that he cares. He knows he should be feeling a crescendo of panic within, rising up slowly, but he just sighed. Stretched out lazily. He was in their bed. At least.
Their bed, huh.
“Wakey, wakey…” Johnny whispered, his voice feeling so light and distant. V couldn’t tell where it came from, couldn’t grapple towards any direction. He just lay there, a confused whine leaving his lips. “Wow, you’re really out of it, huh.”
He felt pleasure blossoming through him, slow, steady. The familiar presence of being filled, stretched. A cool metal hand on his hip, tight, bruising. The other just skimmed down his body, pinching and prodding.
“Wuh- What are you-“ V grunted, blearily blinking awake. His vision was hazy, but there, just barely. Blue static at the edges, sights crumbling and morphing into one. Fuck, Johnny might’ve really done them in this time.
“You’re fine.” Johnny said casually, like they couldn’t feel the minuscule trill of worry that rocketed down both their spines. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”
“The fuck-” V groaned, head pounding, “-are you doing?”
“Enjoying a little me time.” Johnny stated, pressing into him languidly. “Thought you’d still be out cold.”
V shivered, the implication dawning on him slowly. “You don’t mean-“ V gasped as he looked down, legs spread wide. And bare. Johnny splitting him open, cock nestled deep. “When did you…?”
“A man has needs.” Johnny stated, like that was an adequate enough explanation. “You were sleeping, I got bored, blah de blah-“
“Wait- just fucking wait-“ V spluttered, moaning as Johnny thumbed his clit, rubbing in small circles, “I didn’t- I-“
“Shhh, shh shh,” Johnny whispered, metal arm leaving his hip to cradle his face. “Think I don’t know? I’m in your head V,” his hand slid down and tightened on his jaw, “and it’s pretty fucking filthy.”
A furious blush spread on V’s face. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” He averted his eyes, only for the metal hand to tighten and yank him forward into a kiss. His mouth frozen as Johnny tugged at his lip, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
“Now be a good boy and take it, alright? I’ll be done soon,” Johnny grinned, causing the other to groan and roll his eyes, despite the warmth that bloomed in between his thighs.
“Such an asshole,” V gasped, body still resistant to letting go of the vestiges of sleep. He almost slipped back under, closing his eyes.
“That’s it, there we go.” Johnny purred, stroking his sides again. “Just go back to sleep, kid.”
“Nnh, no…” V whined, eyes blinking open again. He grasped the metal arm on his jaw, trying to shove it off. His own arm felt so weak, despite his chrome reinforcements. “You fuckin’… did something…”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Johnny smirked again, the asshole. “Had a night out, hit a dive or two, what do you care?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” V shook head, feeling all the alcohol and god knows what slosh around in his belly. He could already imagine the killer headache he would have tomorrow. Not that it mattered now, here, with Johnny fucking into him like he had all the time in the world.
“Coulda just taken me over in full, went out and fucked some joytoy,” V breathed, still loopy. His limbs still weren’t working quite right, but he was content just to lay there, shifting his hips from time to time.
“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” Johnny teased, squeezing an asscheek. “When I got a perfectly good-” He let go, before spanking him, “-pussy right here?”
“Fuck! Don’t- don’t say shit like that,” V gasped, shaking his head. “Just fuck me and get it over with.”
“Don’t be like that,” Johnny said, eyes set in mock disapproval. “I’ll make it good for the both of us, yeah?”
“Ugh,” V thumped his head back down and stared at the ceiling. “Not like you asked before sticking your junk in me.”
“I wouldn’t do anything we wouldn’t like.” V rolled his eyes again. “And I know you like this.” He emphasized with a roll of his hips.
V groaned again, hiding his face in his arms. His cunt throbbed as Johnny continued just using him, simply, easily, like he was nothing more than a toy.
“I’m gonna take those beta blockers and fucking kill us, I swear-” V gasped out another moan, way too fucking loud, hand trying to snap to his mouth in shame, but it just flopped uselessly near his mouth instead.
“No no, not like that.” Johnny pried his hands off and pressed them onto the bed. “Might as well hear you if you’re awake.”
“Johnny…” V cried, hips bucking against his. “Please. Speed up.”
“Nah… think I’d take my time, savour this-”
“Bullshit! When have you ever-” V gasped as Johnny started playing with his clit again, stroking it gently. V writhed, both arms still restrained by one of Johnny’s. Fuck, he doesn’t even exist, screw his stupid limbs for not cooperating properly.
“Think I like ya like this, nice and pliant,” Johnny murmured, still keeping his snail’s pace. “Can feel you strugglin’, but it ain’t working, pretty boy.”
“Hah… fuck you.”
“Nothing you can do, can you? Just gotta be patient now.”
“Fuck this.” V grumbled before attempting to spit at Johnny. It was pathetic, spit drooling down his chin, both Johnny and his vision fading in and out of a sea of blue. “What’re you- doing to me…?”
“Nothing you don’t like.”
“I- don’t want this…” V said weakly as he rutted his hips against the man, silently begging him to pick up the pace.
Johnny paused, before smirking a little. “That’s how it’s gonna be, hm? Gonna bitch about it the whole time?”
“Fucking- get off of me,” V pushed against Johnny’s wrists holding him down, to no avail. “Stupid gonk that can’t take no for an answer-”
A slap. Loud. It stunned V into silence, his mouth gaping like a fish. His vision blurred but he still managed to make out Johnny’s hand, his real one, suspended in the air. He felt a warm jolt rush down his body as slick dripped down his thighs. God, this was so embarrassing.
“Fuckin’ slut,” Johnny smirked as he gripped V’s chin, “All that whining like I can’t feel you getting wet down there.”
“I’m- I’m not-” V mumbled, feeling lightheaded as sparks of blue flashed in his vision. Despite his protests, his hips jerked up at each thrust, chasing the feeling of his cock.
“You sure? You’re being so fucking easy for me right now, it’s downright embarrassing.” Johnny sneered, stroking his ‘ganic hand down V’s sides. Revelled in the unfettered access he had to V’s body, tracing every dip and curve, splaying his hand out over the taut muscles of his abdomen as he pumped into him. The minuscule shifting of his stomach as the younger accommodated him, his legs twitching to close but failing miserably.
“Fuck, it hurts,” V closed his eyes, not wanting to elaborate. It wasn’t the fact that Johnny had taken him in his sleep, no. It was the burn, the burn of his arousal lighting him up from the inside. The throb of his insides that screamed at him for the slow pace, for not being able to do anything to speed this up. His muscles felt like jelly, unmoving, his vision spun. Specks of blue burst across his vision again, but he paid them no mind. Didn’t want to.
“So fuckin’ wet, Jesus,” Johnny murmured in awe, tracing a fingertip along his folds. V felt his face heat up, couldn’t stand the attention the rocker boy was giving to his cunt. He felt his wetness glide down his open thighs, pussy throbbing for something real, something to really split him open, not this fake simulated mimicry of sex that they were currently having.
As if reading his mind, Johnny’s expression turned a little sour. He traced along the seam where they were joined, where Johnny was thrusting into him, sliding in and out. He prodded a finger against the entrance, causing V to curse loudly and attempt to sit up, before his limbs gave out and he thumped back onto the mattress.
“The hell are you doing, Johnny?” V grit out, too weak to stop him from toying with his hole, slowly shoving a finger in alongside his dick. It stung, the burn making fresh tears spill down his cheeks. He just struggled, trying to get his finger to slip out of its own accord.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Johnny said, shoving another finger forcefully inside, resting alongside his dick, feeling his heartbeat pulse through it. “Giving your greedy cunt what it wants.”
He felt V’s walls clench down, trying to suck him in even more, even as the merc clenched his teeth in disbelief. “Just- just take it out, fuck me proper.”
A third finger traced along the edge, causing him to shut up real quick and shake his head rapidly. Johnny laughed, feeling both fear and arousal spike through their shared nervous systems. “Could put my whole hand in and you wouldn’t be satisfied. Hole’s so fucking loose it’s begging for it.”
“Shit, shit! Johnny,” V trembled at the thought, pussy pulsating around nothing, despite his brain’s weird hallucination of sex. The words struck a fire to his core, wanting nothing more than to feel Johnny’s hands, his actual hands, shove roughly inside of him, uncaring if they bruised or damaged him. Just take him, wholly, fully, strip him apart from the inside out.
Even the metal, fuck, he’d take those inside too, no problem, no matter how impractical they were. Needed to feel the rough graze of 20’s chrome inside of him, scraping him raw. Making it hurt, with the rockerboy chuckling at just how good he was taking it, like a fucking doll, built for this even-
V shifted his hips, sensation coming back to him slowly. He limbs jittery as the feeling of blood rushed back to him, feeling static-y, like they’d fallen asleep. He whined, fucking whined, when Johnny still refused to pull those fingers out of him, relishing in the distress the merc was so obviously in, turned on out of his mind and unable to do anything about it.
“Johnny I swear to fucking god-”
“You’re in no position to make demands, princess,” Johnny said sweetly, insultingly, knowing that phrase would make V see red. Would make his insides flutter revoltingly as his brain turned to mush. He hated it, hated what it did for him. To him.
“Fuck off, stop torturing me,” and for that, V received another spank to his thigh and a pinch to his clit. His body jolted, as if burned, the cold metal twisting cruelly around the nub. “Shit shit shit you’re gonna rip it right off!”
“And wouldn’t that be something.” Johnny smirked, smoothing his hands down V’s body again, gently, almost in adoration. He thumbed a nipple, flicking it, enjoying the annoyed gasp it brought out of V. He traced over the scars just underneath, barely visible to the naked eye. He dug in his fingernails cruelly.
It was like V was just a toy to him, just to prod and poke, to see what would make him break. Luckily, only his dick was nestled inside him now, but he still craved that stretch. The burn on the border of being too much. It was shameful how much he wanted the man to push his limits. To break him.
“You’re fucked V, you know that?” Johnny remarked, whether based on his thoughts drifting over or the situation, he didn’t know. He began moving again, quicker this time, causing the other to gasp before clamping his mouth shut again. “You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?”
No, he wants to scream out. But he doesn’t trust his body enough not to betray him. Johnny pounded him harder and harder, building up the pace after god knows how long of peaceful fucking when he was out. When the other was trying so hard not to wake him.
Johnny stopped toying with him entirely, hands sliding down to grasp at his hips, hard, with the kind of strength that would bruise. V winced as the metal arm dug in his flesh. His body wasn’t soft by any means, all rippled abs and hard taut muscles from doing merc work. But compared to the chrome, his flesh faltered, giving way like butter.
“Needed this, fuck,” Johnny grunted, leaning down until his face was nestled into the crook of V’s neck. He mouthed at the collarbone, trailing upwards, burying his nose into the sweat that had pooled there and licked him, biting playfully across the side of his neck. V could do nothing more than roll his head to the side and moan, all pretense of resistance slipping. “You’ve no idea what you do to me, ‘s crazy…”
“Can’t keep your hands offa me, I know,” V laughed, finally feeling strong enough to tangle his hand into Johnny’s hair. Didn’t matter he wasn’t there, he could feel it. Feel the individual strands, feel them being pulled taut as he threaded his hand deeper. “Coulda fucked anyone but you chose me.”
“Mhm, keep telling yourself that,” Johnny mumbled as he drove into V quicker, harder, his thrusts becoming sloppier. His hands still had their iron grip on him, but even that was slipping, slightly, as he gave into just using V, just getting himself to the edge, treading the line. He choked out a moan, but he wasn’t quite there yet, just pushing his head into V neck harder, breath coming out in strained pants. “Fuck, V, I’m so-“
“I know, I know-“ V breathed, his legs stretched painfully apart as Johnny pounded into him, “needa make it good for me too, y'know?"
“Fuck that, think you can come from my cock alone,” Johnny groaned, knowing he was prolonging this out for the both of them, but fuck if he cared. Just wanted the satisfaction of V coming hands free, clenching around his dick desperately.
“Fuck you and your stupid ego,” V groaned, reaching down to touch himself, before his hand was brutally slapped away and pinned to the bed, a dissatisfied grunt the only warning. V swore before trying with his other hand, which got caught in Johnny’s iron grip before being forced above his head.
Johnny looked down at him, eyes all enraged at V’s stubbornness. But the latter just looked up at him with a mischievous smirk, as if that’s exactly what he wanted. Testing his luck, he flexed against Johnny’s arms pinning him down, earning just another angry grunt as the older’s control slipped, just slightly, hologram fading in and out in a sea of blue. He cursed loudly, interlacing their fingers and pressing down, harshly.
“Don’t ruin this, you gonk,” Johnny hissed, his eyes squinting in the effort to just be here, exist. “Or I’ll just leave. Leave you like this, for you to manage yourself”
“No you wouldn’t,” V replied, but settled, not wanting to test the engram’s patience. Or the relic’s, the poor chip was definitely not built for this, but praise the Arasaka engineers that somehow deemed this was important, somehow. The touch, feel, scent of the dead. Revolutionary.
“Can hear you thinkin’ some gonk ass thoughts,” Johnny said, face hardening into a scowl. Ah yes, nothing pisses the rocker boy off more than praising a corpo’s wonder tech inside his own head. Fuck him.
“Wouldn’t be distracted if you knew how to fuck me right,” A slap, hard. V grinned, the simmering pain getting underneath his skin in the best way. A chrome hand gripped his chin, prying his mouth open with a thumb, before spitting into it.
V choked, surprised as Johnny forced his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow. The act shouldn’t have made a fire ignite in his stomach, travelling downwards. His cruel laugh was just the icing on the cake.
“Who do you think you’re fooling, sweetheart?” Johnny teased, tone saccharinely sweet when his words were anything but, “No one fucks you as good as me.”
Heat rushed down V veins, washing over him like the tide on an ocean shore. They both were too worked up, but neither wanted to give in. As smug as that asshole was, he was right. Which made the need just boil in the pit of his stomach. He pushed it through their connection, through the synapses of their mind, hoping Johnny would get the hint and fuck him good already.
“‘S hard to admit, I know,” Johnny said, picking up the pace again, finally settling in for the home run. “That some dead guy’s ghost’ll fuck u better then anyone in this shit city.”
V grasped his hair and tugged, “Shut the fuck up and get to it.” Johnny hadn’t been expecting that, the surge in V’s strength as he got his senses back. “Only thing you’re good for anyway.”
“Yeah, fuck you.” Johnny spat, a small groan leaving his lips as V pulled harder. He was so close, so fucking close, they both were, it was infuriating. Just on the edge, teetering there for the better part of an hour now.
Johnny started slipping again, just pounding into the man below him with short animalistic ruts, all semblance of control gone now. V kicked the small of his back with his foot, much like spurring on a horse. The man just moaned, broken, straightening up and putting his all into it.
“V, V shit-“ Johnny shuddered, trying his best not to collapse onto the man and just come inside. He really wanted to, but he couldn’t, their dastardly connection forbidding him. Con of sharing the same body, they could only come together or not at all.
“Mm, nearly there, cmon,” V encouraged, tracing his hands up and down Johnny’s arms, the feeling fleeting but if he focused, he could make out the muscles that bulged underneath and the hair smattered across it. Like he was real. “Fuck, right there, c'mon."
Like he had gotten a second wind, Johnny fucked into him in earnest, desperate for his own release. Pounding into him with a single minded focus, urging him to come come come just come already.
And then it hit, V’s eyes rolling upward as both their visions whited out, damn near taking V’s optics with it with the stress it put on the relic. Their joint orgasm more powerful than anything it was made to handle, a system they had abused more than once. Each other's orgasms feeding into another, an endless feedback loop of pleasure and pain as they both came back down from the high.
Johnny buried himself to the hilt, spurting bursts of cum into him, fucking it into him. He reached down and grabbed V’s face, kissing him ruthlessly through it, and the other could only open his mouth and accept the treatment in kind. The older shoved his tongue inside like he owned it, owned his mouth, licking every which way, tracing his teeth and gums and committing him to memory, like he had countless times.
“You’re, fuck, amazing,” Johnny said, still feeling the aftermath of V’s orgasm pulsating around his dick. He didn’t pull out, not yet. Was content to stay as close as possible. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
“Yeah, yeah, c'mon,” V motioned towards him, spreading out his arms for an embrace. Johnny froze, old habits brimming near the surface, the urge to cum, dump and run rearing its ugly head. Old habits die hard, but after a while he just sighed and gave in, laying down upon V and pulling him close, head situated on V’s chest.
“This was good, Johnny. Thanks.” V says, not wanting to get up just yet, clean himself up. The rapidly cooling tackiness of his arousal caused him to cringe a little, but he wouldn’t interrupt the Johnny Silverhand cuddling him for the world. Something he was slipping more and more into these days. He needed it as much as V did.
“Missed you,” Johnny mumbled into V’s skin, which seemed odd, before he continued. “Miss you when I take over. Feels lonely without you.”
At such honesty, V couldn’t help but let out an astonished breath. Not wanting to spook him, he just hummed, running a hand across his back. If you told him a few weeks ago he’d have the hardass so open after sex he’d admit to missing him, he’d have laughed and told you to go fuck yourself.
“Miss you too, you know,” V whispered into hair, scratching his scalp lightly, to which the rockerboy hummed approvingly, almost like a cat. “Wish I could see what you do when you take over.”
An earlier Johnny would’ve taken that as an insult, as an affront to their trust. But now, he just sighs, knows V just wanted to see the antics he gets up to. He’s been trying to hand over control less and less, and for good reason. Who knows when their next switch would be their last, something neither of them liked thinking about. Yet, Johnny took control selfishly anyway, lest he go stir crazy resting inside a dying merc’s head.
V’s too kind for his own good.
No wonder he’s whipped for him. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re thinkin’ too hard,” V yawned, sleep tugging at his eyelids, “‘m gettin’ bits ‘n pieces.”
Johnny felt the heat rise in his cheeks a little “Sorry,” he shuffled around, getting comfortable. Letting V trace patterns into his back. “It’s nothing.”
V paused, wondering if it was really worth prodding at Johnny’s psyche to find out, tired as he was. He decided against it, knowing Johnny would tell him in his own time, in his own way.
Johnny sighed, nosing against V’s jaw, desperate for the contact. V chuckled a little, hand going back to his hair, stroking idly. Out of all things to describe the man, needy wouldn’t have been on his list at all.
Watching him become all plaint and open after sex was a surprise, but not unwelcome. V couldn’t help a burning pride at the fact, pretty sure he was the only one Johnny was so open with. Had no choice, maybe. How can you hide from a man with whom you share a brain?
“Now who’s thinking hard?”
“Shut up.”
Johnny yawned this time, smiling, eyes going droopy. Engrams don’t get tired, not really, Johnny had said once. He used to stay up when V slept sometimes, before the never ending boredom killed him and he fell into some facsimile of sleep.
Now with their minds so intertwined, with them so intertwined, it didn’t matter. Johnny always fell asleep holding V, or V holding him. Couldn’t get their hands off each other, the both of them, seeking comfort through this fucked up connection. It was all they had come to know. Easier to let in someone, let them break down all the walls, when they’re in your head anyway. What gets more intimate than that?
“G’night V…” Johnny said, dozing off.
“Night Johnny,” V kissed his forehead, still remembering his dick was nestled inside of him. But he didn’t have it in him to tell him off, to take it out. He savoured that closeness, that connection. Something he was unsure he’d be able to have with anyone else. It should scare him, but it doesn’t. He wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Sweet dreams.”