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When V first entered Kerry's place as an unwelcome guest, he'd been intrigued by his pool. A style so different from the rest of the villa. Nothing of that neat and pompous aesthetic. No, something simple, natural. Something he'd seen his own mom draw countless times, so he would remember a world he's never set foot in before. Staring at the pool with the same tug at his heartstrings than when his parents spoke with that melancholic tone in their voice, tainted with homesickness.

He knows his parents would've looked at that pool with disdain. Something about it not being authentic enough, a little too fake for them to actually project themselves back into their memories. Synthetic, as everything else in Night City. V came to love it, to find beauty in imitation.

When he first got into the villa and saw that pool that struck him with awe, he'd never for one second thought it'd practically be his one day. His, just like its owner, straddling his lap on the deckchair.

They meant to relax in the pool, make Kerry workout, just a little, like V promised him. They haven't been together long, love still blossoming between them, making it difficult to get anything done without being a little handsy. V basically had enough lust always running through his veins for two and Kerry... Well, Kerry had no right to have that much stamina for a man his age.

"C'mon, V," he whines above him, glassy blue eyes staring into his, "Please."

The worst word he could've used to speed things up. Fingers of one hand wrapped around his leaking dick, three of the other buried deep inside him. Pumping at the same excruciatingly slow rhythm, making Kerry lose his mind.

V doesn't want to make him come, not yet. He just wants to tease, and tease, and bring him just at the edge again before making sure he's not tipping over. He wants to see Kerry break, lose patience. But Kerry knows what he wants, and won't give in either. A little game they've become experts at.

"Just making sure you're ready," V lies candidly, "Wouldn't want to hurt you.

Kerry's nails dig into his shoulders, the water drops still falling down his body, making it look like he's drenched in sweat.

"Oh, I'm gonna hurt you if you keep that up alright," he swears, moan caught in his throat as V squeezes his dick at the threat.

"Promise?" he teases back, leaning up to brush his lips with Kerry's, but shifting back down as he's about to kiss him.

"C'mon, V. Ker's two seconds away from slapping the shit outta you. Maybe you're into that, but I'm definitely not."

V has learnt to ignore Johnny in those moments, pretend he isn't there, complaining away while still stroking his dick. He wasn't pleased at first, something about a code and chooms not fucking each other's best friends or something. Then, came the sulking. Johnny pretending he could actually disappear entirely when V was balls deep inside Kerry, or the other way around.

In the end, he just gave up. Yes, seeing them fuck was exciting. No, he couldn't just look away. He gave up, started jerking off to the sight and feelings he felt through V. It was to piss his host off, at first, kind of. Just another habit of theirs now.

"V," Kerry calls, still too desperate for him not to enjoy it.

"Hm?" he asks, fully stopping both his hands, "Something the matter, Kerry? You want to-"

That slap hits him just the right way, sparks running down his spine at the sudden sting. He bites his lip not to smile too wide. He hears Johnny's breath shudder as he finally feels it as well. Hand stopping on his dick, waiting for the shiver to die down.

"Made myself clear?" Kerry asks, frustration in his voice as he cups V's face. 

V nods as best he can, hand reaching for his own hard cock, lining it up with Kerry's ass.

"Good," he chuckles, soft kiss on his lips, "Wouldn't wanna rough up that pretty face of yours too bad."

Back to his apartment, the first thing that comes to mind is taking a shower. In his usual luck, Dino had to call while he was busy with Kerry. V tried to sound casual, but it was Kerry's turn to be an annoying fucking prick. Making the most obscene sounds he was capable of, bouncing on V's dick without a care about his conversation. No way Dino didn't guess what was going on.

"Seller won't wait all day, V," Dino reminded him before hanging up, "Oh, and say hi to Ker for me, will ya?"

"Dino says-"

"Hm-hm, heard that," Kerry cut him off, going a little slower as he hung up, "Should've told him to come here. Just to talk to you face to face, of course."

V's dick twitched at his tone. Fuck.

"What's between the two of you again?" he asked, gripping his hips to set a faster pace.

There was no jealousy in his voice, no possessiveness. Just curiosity. Maybe he'd ask Dino to come over next time, yeah.

"Nothing you should worry about," Kerry said, pinning both his arms back against the deckchair.

He had to go, no other way if he wanted to finish that little project of his on time. He wanted to be done by this evening, couldn't wait anymore to see Kerry's reaction to his little surprise. He had to go before the seller lost patience and sold those parts he absolutely needed to someone else. He had to go, even though that's the last thing he wanted at that moment.

He took control, fucked Kerry hard and fast until he came. No way he was letting V go without coming first. So he focused on Kerry and Kerry alone, his pleasure and his pleasure alone, stroking his dick to the pace of his thrusts, their groans muffled as they kissed. He made an effort to pull out, mind riddled with frustration. It'd be worth it though, that little present he wanted to give Kerry.

Turning on the shower, water just cold enough for him to hurry, he finally gets rid of the smell of sex on his body. Fingers sliding across the new marks on him reminding him he's Kerry, and Kerry's his. Fuck, he'll never get used to that. 

His train of thoughts comes to a stop as he feels a presence behind him. Johnny decided to appear, fully naked. Finger ruffling hair that he can't wet under the stream of water.

"What are you doing?" V asks, confused, turning over to take a good look at him.

"Showering," he answers, matter-of-factly.

"What-" V stops, rolling his eyes. It finally hits him, "Okay, clearly someone wants attention right now. Go on, Johnny. What do you want?"

"Well, someone left Kerry a little too fast earlier," he trails, putting his silver hand on his chest, pushing him backwards, "Blueballing me, V? Really?"

His back hits the shower wall, handles digging into him a little too hard for comfort. Still, he only focuses on Johnny right now and the frustrated look on his face. He didn't mean to leave him hanging back there, but he doesn't regret it either, seeing where this is leading.

"Oh, someone's a little pent-up," he grins, hands on his shoulders, "Someone's looking for an apology. Well, I'm sorry, Johnny. Won't happen again."

His ganic hand curls around his hair, tilting his head, gaze locked into V's.

"C'mon, you can do better than that."

"Guess I can make an effort, yeah," he mumbles right before pecking his lips, hands sliding down his body.

"None of that teasing bullshit, V," he corrects him, a quick pull of his hair, "You got work that needs doing, remember?"

V tsks, but quickly gets on his knees, eyeing up to see Johnny's reaction as his lips brush against his half-hard cock.

"That better for you?"

"Hey, Ker! You here?"

He calls, voice echoing throughout the villa. V still hasn't gotten used to the place, too empty, too quiet. He's used to the continuous voices of his clan answering one another and the ever-going arguments and fights of Heywood. A quiet house, seemingly always waiting for him, that he'll need time to adjust. A quiet house, if not for the muffled melody he hears.

"Upstairs," Kerry yells back.

He finds him on the couch overlooking North Oak. Awkwardly sitting on the floor, guitar in hand. Papers sprinkled all around him, some more wrinkled than others.

"Someone got inspired I see," he chuckles, careful steps not to put his foot on anything Kerry'd see as of any value.

He finally eyes up from the strings, looking a little crazed. He looks tired as well, but so wonderfully so. V can't help but kneel to kiss him before he can even say anything.

"Get the feeling you didn't leave me five minutes ago," the rocker boy guesses, looking around as if discovering for himself the mess surrounding him.

"Five hours, more like."

"Shit, V."

He helps himself with the couch to stand back up, wincing on his way up. V can tell he hasn't moved much today, too focused on his artistic visions.

"Fuck," he strains, stretching himself.

That tone shouldn't make V feel anything but empathy. He has to fight the urge to pin him back to the couch right now. That voice, fuck. He still pulls him for another kiss, silently telling him how much he missed him.

"I take it the album's coming along great."

"Can't remember the last time I've been that inspired, yeah," he admits, twinkle in his eyes making the golden aura in them shine brighter.

"Well," V chuckles smugly, arms lazily hanging on his shoulders, "You're welcome."

"If only there was a way to thank you," Kerry muses, a mischievous smile on his lips as they meet V's.

His hands quickly creep under his shirt, pulling him closer. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, gently nibbling at V's bottom lip. He wants to kiss back, but Kerry yanks at his hair before he can move. Lapping at his throat before creasing his teeth against it, feeling his pulse quicken under his mouth.

"Fuck," is all he can moan, shivering under his attention.

He loves it, going all pliant for Kerry. Letting himself be guided to his every wish. Mouth already running down to trail kisses on his collar bone, hands slowly lifting up his shirt. Fingernails digging in his back.

"For fuck-" Johnny swears, appearing on the couch, massaging his temples, "Can you two keep it up in your pants for five fucking seconds?"

V sighs, losing all focus on what's happening to stare at Johnny.

"Fine, fine," he mumbles to himself.

"Lemme guess," Kerry says, following his gaze to see nothing but the void, "Someone's being a dick again."

"Yep."

"Fuck off, Johnny," he says, flipping off the empty space as he goes back to kissing V's neck.

"He's right, though," he tells him, adjusting his arm with Johnny's line of sight, "We got a little surprise for you."

"We?"

"He watched me work and didn't distract me too much," he shrugs, gently freeing himself from Kerry's hold, "Guess it counts."

V guides him back downstairs, to the box he left by the front door. Walking to the mess of a dining room, he quickly takes off the gear he put inside. A last-gen computer, small shards of all colors. Kerry leans against the table.

"What's that?"

"You'll see," V replies with a knowing smile and a wink.

He watches, intrigued, as V turns on the computer. Lines of codes run through the screen, something only V understands.

"Already boot it all up earlier," he says, taking one shard and quickly slotting it in.

His eyes flash blue an instant.

"Alright, calibrated on my end," he says, taking another shard in one hand before gently cupping Kerry's jaw with the other, "May I..?"

"You gonna tell me what's happening?" he asks, still tilting his head.

"Oh, you'll see."

He carefully prods behind Kerry's ear, pushing his golden shard drive open.

"Okay, now look at me," he instructs, slotting the shard in.

Kerry doesn't feel any different at first, losing himself a little into those soft purple eyes of his. He's about to ask V when he feels a slight pressure on his fingers, as if holding something. V's hand leaves his jaw and the feeling's gone.

"What the fuck?" he asks, incredulous, quickly reaching to brush V's cheek, feeling it on his own face, "You made that?"

"Klepted the base schematics," he admits.

He doesn't want to go into the details, he'd rather not think back to that day above Laguna Bend. Stealing from a former friend felt like the right retaliation for her deciding to abandon him on a whim.

"But I made it ten times better. Previous prototype only allowed you to hear someone's thoughts. Here, our minds are pretty much synched. You can think what I think, feel what I feel."

"Hears what he hears."

The third voice makes Kerry jump. Heart racing so fast it hurts. A voice he hasn't heard in so long. A voice he'd forgotten if not for those records he replayed until he couldn't anymore, silenced by too many scratches. He clutches at V, feeling too dizzy to stand on his own. He's frozen, can barely breathe.

"Should've started with that maybe," V chuckles nervously, butting foreheads with him to give him something to anchor to, "You okay?"

He nods, unblinking eyes locked into his. He's not ready to turn around yet, even as Johnny's stepping closer. They can feel Kerry's heart racing, can feel the acidic taste of nausea in their shared mind.

"Congrats, V," he hears him clap, so close, so close, "Almost killed the old man."

"Sorry," V mumbles to Kerry, visible worry in his eyes, fingers prodding around to open his drive back up, "Let's try again another time, okay?"

Kerry swiftly grabs his wrist before he can pull the shard out. His heart still echoes  in their synched minds. He shakes his head, takes a long breath to calm his nerves. He finally turns around, eyes closed at first. Apprehension runs through their mind.

"Fuck," he lets out when he finally dares to look, seeing a ghost of the past smiling smugly back at him.

"Hey, Kerry."

"Hey, Johnny."

Kerry takes a step forward, still in disbelief. He still can't wrap his mind around it. Johnny being there, eyeing back with amusement. Same Johnny from half-a-decade ago, except for the look in his eyes. Johnny left him with anger in them. He seems more peaceful now, waiting for Kerry to step closer.

"As I said : you feel what I feel," V repeats, observing the scene from afar, while also feeling it through Johnny and Kerry, "Also means you can touch whatever I can touch."

Kerry turns back to V, understanding what he means without managing to believe it. Shaky fingers reaching for Johnny, for his arm he shouldn't have let go off all those years ago. Wouldn't have changed anything, stubborn bastard that he was, but at least, he'd have spent all those years reminding himself he had tried.

"Fuck," he lets out as his hand come in contact with the metal of his arm.

It feels so real, cold against his skin. Sliding down, looking for the small dent he made that first time he ever left Samurai. Johnny trying to force him to stay, Kerry pushing him away with all the rage in the world. No matter how many times he got his arm fixed after that, that little dent stayed. A little scar Johnny kept. A small memory erasing his last doubts.

Bittersweet smile on his lips, echoed by Johnny's more confident one. 

"Fucking gonk," Kerry says right before wiping that dumb smile off his face with a quick punch.

Except, that blows, he feels it too. Right away, copper taste in his mouth and everything. Johnny's reaction catches him off guard, a fit of laughter bubbling while he holds his cheek, tongue darting at his bottom lip where Kerry busted his.

"Right, I'm the fucking dumbass around here. Synched brain, remember?"

"You okay?" V gently lifts Kerry's face, wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth while trying not to chuckle.

"Was still worth it," he says, kissing his palm, "Thanks, V. Still gonna go for a strong drink right about now though. You joining me?"

They all gather in the upper longue, piling the empty bottles and dirty glasses already on the table in some other part of the room. V grabs the tequila off the bar counter while Kerry puts some music as background noise.

"Drinking - you can do that?" Kerry asks Johnny, sipping the alcohol straight from the bottle, feet on the table.

"Nah," he admits, lounging on the couch opposite them, "Might get the kid drunk enough for me to actually feel it though."

"V?" Kerry asks, one arm hanging right over his shoulders, gaze still glued onto his dead friend.

"Shit," he swears at Johnny, shaking his head, "You know I can't say no to Kerry."

He takes the bottle off his hands, gulping down enough for two people. The warmth of alcohol spreads in their bodies. Johnny lets out a blissful sigh almost immediately, cheeks already taking a deeper shade of red. Strong expensive tequila, how he'd missed it.

Kerry's still staring at him when the warmth dies down. Johnny tilts his head, flashing him a quick smile.

"C'mon, spit it out. What is it?"

"Nah, it's just… Feels so fucking unreal, man," Kerry admits, "You, here. Feels like I'm gonna wake up any second now. Feels like you're gonna disappear if I look away."

"Don't give me ideas, Ker," he teases, quickly glitching out of sight and reappearing behind the two of them, "Cause I might just try that."

"Weird how you didn't," V toys back, throwing his hand back to look at him, "Perfect dick move right there."

"Guess I actually missed him enough not to."

They both feel it, Kerry's heart fluttering at his words, cheeks getting a little too hot a little too fast to blame it on the alcohol just yet. Dry throat, quickly taking another swig of tequila to drown down all incoming thoughts. He doesn't see the knowing look V and Johnny share at his reaction, nor their mischievous smile.

They get dizzier and dizzier at each swig from the bottle they share. Kerry and Johnny keep rumbling about the past, some memories coming back with radically different perspectives the other can finally catch a glimpse of. V sways with those waves of memories, feeling like he's watching BDs he's both seeing for the first time, yet already knows by heart. He mostly listens, imagining a world he wasn't born into yet. A world made better by nostalgia, making him wish he was there.

They quickly empty the first bottle, then a second. Warm and dumb from their drinking, memories getting a little sluggish. The words they ramble have lost some of their meaning. Kerry has tapped out, put the bottle down. Said something about trying to remember this night. Johnny just called him a coward, urging V to drink more as a twisted way to up his own ego.

V can't focus on what they're saying anymore. Both because of the alcohol in his blood and the smile on Kerry's lips. He's radiating. V can't look away, falling for him over and over again with each soft chuckle he emits. He can't help the tingle of envy from spreading. Kerry only has eyes for Johnny at the moment. V feels like he has given them enough time. He really wants some of that attention.

He shifts closer to Kerry, grabbing his jaw mid-sentence so he can finally look at him. Fuck, he's beautiful with those glassy eyes and dumb little smile.

"Yeah?" he hears Kerry ask, gaze growing softer the more he's looking into his eyes.

V's not good with words right now, a mix of sounds that wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. He just captures his lips for a deep kiss, throwing his arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. He can feel Kerry smile against his lips, but also sees him eye Johnny from the corner of his eyes. He's not jealous, but he really wants Kerry's attention right now. He swiftly gets on his lap, no way he can look at Johnny this way. Straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him again, hungrier this time, tongue lapping at his bottom lip. He groans against his mouth, gripping his shoulders. Fuck Johnny, he wants Kerry right now.

"Someone's a little pent-up tonight, huh?" Johnny suddenly says, glitching right where V sat seconds earlier.

V glares at him, biting his tongue not to say anything he'd regret. Not his fault a certain asshole decided to push him off his dick the moment he came down his throat. Disappearing the very next second, but still making sure V's hands were busy on the project, and not his own cock.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kerry suddenly asks, "The fuck you were doing?"

Right, synched minds. Shared thoughts. Alcohol made him forget about that. He turns to Kerry, looking for words but failing to find any.

"Fuck, even after death you-" Kerry rumbles, ogling at Johnny who found that materializing a glass of tequila to drink was the best idea at the moment, "And- and now you go for my inputs as well? Fuck, Johnny."

"Yeah, Johnny. Kinda fucked-up," V tries, maybe Kerry's drunk enough to-

"Don't get me started with you either, you fucking slut. You-"

That name-calling goes straight to V's dick. The sudden lust he feels at his words cutting Kerry off. Their minds go blank, both men turning to V, whose cheeks feel hotter than the sun right now. A little fucked-up in the head, Kerry remembers why he fell for him in the first place.

"Don't get angry at the kid, Ker," Johnny tries to lighten things up, feeling Kerry too distracted to slap any of them right now, "He's the only person on Earth I can do anything with. You really think I could go for weeks without any action? Not even that much of a big deal anymore. He's only sucking my cock now that he gets yours."

"Now that…" Kerry pauses, thinks, alcohol making the pieces fall sluggishly into place, "Wait, how long have you..? Are you..? Already? Before we met?"

V shrugs.

"We didn't feel like you should've known before," he explains, "And afterwards… Well, wasn't really sure how to bring it up."

"C'mon, Ker," Johnny whispers in his ear, staring at V and the growing expression of regret on his face, "Me? That's just temporary. He'll be all yours soon. It'd be like you stole what was mine for once."

Somehow, in their absurd shared mind of theirs, it makes sense. Kerry triumphing over Johnny for once. And frankly, even if V told him back then, he wouldn't have believed him. Weird rumblings from a kid just to get on his nerves, or Johnny speaking through him just to piss him off. He'd only believe it now, clear memories of the moments they shared without him flashing through his mind.

"You're mad, Kerry?" V asks cautiously.

V's mind echoes feelings of guilt. He had believed Johnny when he said Kerry wouldn't mind, wouldn't care too much since their predicament made the situation a little different. Stuck in his own thoughts, not realizing how much those memories are affecting Kerry and his rampant imagination, not realizing how dry his throat is getting, how tight his pants feel right now.

"You," he says to V, tugging at the necklace he never takes off, "You're gonna make up for it, you hear?"

V nods enthusiastically, gripping Kerry's shoulders tight. He'd do anything he'd ask him to right now, especially with that spark of want running down Kerry's spine, amused by the wanton expression on V's face.

"You're gonna do exactly what I say from now on, understand? And maybe I'll think about not ditching your fucking ass," his smile betrays his true intention.

Johnny's right. He doesn't really mind. Not as much as he once used to, anyways. Not if it's Johnny. Still, Kerry feels a little annoyed right now. Needs to take the edge off somehow. He forces V up until the younger man is right above him, cranking his own head up, lips almost meeting.

"Wanna see what a whore like you do when I'm not around," he says, voice low and rough, "You're gonna suck that dick you like so much. You don't stop. Don't care if your jaw hurts. Don't care if he cums down that slutty mouth of yours. You don't stop unless I tell you to. Alright?"

V nods, mind too blank to emit any sound, let alone words.

"Alright?" Kerry repeats tugging on his necklace a little harder, still careful enough not to break it. He knows how much it means for V.

"D'accord," V first says, before realizing and stuttering to find the right words in that melting brain of it, "Y-yeah. I mean. Yes, I can do that."

Kerry finally lets go of him, and V slides right off his lap onto his knees. He's looking up at him, eyes locked onto his, onto the embers of anger making their golden aura twinkle. Fuck, he needs to piss him off more often.

"C'mon, V," Johnny calls, "He asked you something, didn't he?"

Both turn to him, faces heating up at the sight before them. Johnny took out his dick, stroking it lazily, waiting for V to do as instructed. Smug smile on his lips, growing wider as he eyes at Kerry, who's trying his damndest (and ultimately failing) not to stare too hard, not to drool too much. He only caught glimpses of it before and fuck, V's a lucky guy.

V crawls towards Johnny, keeping a hand on Kerry's knee. His fingers wrap around his cock, right above his own hand still holding it. Johnny's silver hand rests on his head. He's not doing anything yet, lets V put on a little show for Kerry to watch. But V knows him, knows that sooner rather than later that hand will guide him however Johnny pleases. He doesn't look away from Kerry for one second. Not when Johnny's hand leaves his own cock for his to slide down the base. Not when he gives his dick a tentative stroke. Already so hard. Not when he leans down, sticking his tongue out to lap at the tip. He feels it twitch, feels Johnny's body tense up, feels him grab tighter at his hair.

He's still staring at Kerry as he opens his mouth. As he slides down Johnny's length inch by inch. As his cock breaches his throat. So easily. As he takes his entire dick, revealing how used he is to swallowing Johnny's cock. As he moans, feeling so full.

"Got yourself one great cocksucker here," he teases as V sets a nice pace, tongue flat against the underside of his cock.

"Johnny!" Kerry calls.

He's right, but he's not sure he wants someone else calling his input out like that.

"What? Saw what being called a slut did to him," he recalls, gripping his hair, starting to guide him to a faster pace, "He loves that. Aren't that right?"

He finally looks down at V slobbering on his dick. Fuck, he's so good at it. Hollowed cheeks and pierced tongue. Always giving it his best to please him. His moans sound a little bit off, however, too wanton to come from sucking his dick alone. Johnny knows those sounds by now, his foot shoves his elbow, pulling his hand off his own cock.

"Hey-hey. Hands off," he orders, pushing him deeper onto his dick as he tries to whine, "This isn't about you, V. Haven't earned that yet."

"God," Kerry laughs, feeling V squeeze his knee as he tries to breathe in around his dick, "You're so mean to him."

"He fucking loves it."

"I don't know," he says, feeling suddenly playful, dick straining against his pants, twitching at the sounds V makes, "Seems to distract him a little too much."

His hand joins Johnny's in his hair. First synching up with him, then making V bob his head faster. Taking Johnny as far as he can. Chuckling as he hears him choke.

"Fuck, look who's getting mean now."

Kerry looks at Johnny. Smiling at his praise. He's feeling the rising tension from just gazing at one another while gleefully facefucking his own input on Johnny's cock. Intense attraction that's always been there, no matter how deep Kerry tried to hide it. Resurfacing now, now that he feels it possible. Too late, but finally possible.

"Oh, that? That's nothing."

"Really?" Johnny muses, breathing on his face. Kerry hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to Johnny, "Show me."

He's buzzing at his words. Fuck, he's gonna show Johnny alright. Yanking V off his dick, forcing him to look up into his eyes. That fucking look in his face, almost disappointed to have been stopped. One hand still squeezing Johnny's dick. He loves it and hates it at the same time. Lust and anger mixing as one as he raises his hand to slap him across the cheek, just as hard as he punched Johnny earlier this evening.

V barely flinches as Kerry's still holding his hair tight. He doesn't move, doesn't say anything. Blank look, dizzy thoughts. It lasts a second too long. Kerry feels the sting of his own blow again, all anger and lust gone the same instant.

"Shit, V," he mumbles, gently caressing his cheek, feeling the heat blooming on his skin, "Fuck, I'm sorry. You're okay?"

He's trying to catch V's unfocused eyes, trying to catch what he's feeling right now. There's only white noise echoing in his mind. White noise getting warmer and warmer as the slap finally registers. He finally looks up at Kerry, the lewdest expression he's ever pulled for him. Titling his head to kiss his thumb before taking it into his mouth. Nibbling at the digit as his hand on Johnny's dick starts stroking him again.

"Fuck."

He lets go of V, and Johnny immediately brings him back to sucking his dick. Kerry needs a second, feeling like he's gone too far just to impress Johnny. Maybe he hasn't changed that much in half a century, still complying with his every whim. Doing anything to gain Johnny's attention. And sure, V might like being roughed up. But maybe he should only do it on his own volition, not to give Johnny a show.

"Well, well, well…" Johnny grins, reading his mind again, "Look who's going all soft now."

Kerry swiftly grabs his wrist, a cool sliver of anger still poking his heart. He shoves that palm of his right against his groin, letting him feel the bulge distorting his pants.

"Soft? Nah, I don't think so. No."

Not the first time he pulled this on Johnny, usually to shut him up, chuckle as embarrassment colored his cheeks bright red. Except, Johnny's not the same as fifty years back. His hand squeezes at his cock through the layer of clothing, making Kerry hiss in surprise.

"Hey, V," Johnny calls, eyes locked onto Kerry's, "Seems you're forgetting about your input over here."

V looks up, mouth still brushing against the tip of his dick. Saliva dripping down, lips puffy and dark. He looks at them with glassy eyes, so much into pleasing Johnny he didn't even hear him.

"He told you to come suck my dick off," Kerry says, another shiver running down his spine at the sight between Johnny's legs.

His hands quickly unbuckle his belt, but it's Johnny's that zip his fly open. His hand that wraps around his cock to free it. His thumb that runs across the already leaking tip. His own tongue licking Kerry's taste off his own digit, eyes still on Kerry.

"Fuck," they hear V murmur, frozen by the scene.

"C'mon, V," Johnny grins, petting his hair and guiding him towards Kerry, "Don't make him wait."

He doesn't have to order twice. V dives right between his thighs, kissing his way down his shaft before mouthing at his balls. Kerry groans, hand clenched in his hair, head thrown back. V laps his way up his dick. Metal ball protruding his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. Circling around the tip before wrapping his lips and sucking just hard enough to make him jolt. Letting go, hot breath against his cock and starting kissing his way down all over again.

"V," Johnny tsks, grabbing the wrist of his hand still loosely wrapped around his dick, "C'mon, now."

He jerks off with V's hand until the younger man realizes he's forgotten about him. His hand quickly moves on its own again, rhythm a little off, too focused on Kerry and the sweet sounds coming out his mouth. He finally swallows Kerry's entire dick. Still pushing V a little further down, just to feel his throat tighten around him, hear that quiet choke that makes his cock twitch.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathes out, biting his lip, his other hand combing through his own hair.

"He's really good, huh?" Johnny teases, breathing right into his ear and fuck he's way too close again.

Kerry swallows hard, low groan caught in his throat. V's going a little faster. He needs a moment to think, find his way back to the words that keep slipping off his tongue.

"Fuck you, Johnny."

He can't help but smile right before going wide eyed. He feels Johnny's lips on his skin, gently nibbling the lobe of his ear. Going down to kiss his neck, feeling goosebumps form under his mouth. The sound coming out of Kerry is downright obscene, making V look up from his dick. His cheeks heat up with embarrassment, slowly turning to Johnny in disbelief.

Okay, yeah. That's happening. Alright.

V swallows his dick right back, going as far as he can go. Nose nuzzling his groin. Squeezing Johnny's dick at the same time, jerking him faster, harder.

Both men groan at the same time. Foreheads butting, breathing the same air. Lidded eyes glued to one another's. Both so close, wanting nothing but to see the other come first. Another moan bubbles up Kerry's chest, biting his lip not to let it out. Eyebrows furrowing as he keeps it in. He can't keep his eyes open. Seems like it was the opening Johnny was looking for, diving for a kiss the same instant. Crashing their lips, teeth hitting in the process. Kerry's hand immediately leaves V's hair for Johnny's, pulling him close. Both hands on Johnny now, clutching his shirt, melting against his mouth. Moan finally escaping, swallowed by Johnny as he pushes his tongue against his lips.

"And yet I'm the slut here," V's voice comes out hoarse, resting his cheek on Kerry's leg, watching their exchange.

"Jealous much?" Johnny teases right back, mouth still brushing Kerry's.

"A little left out, yeah," he shrugs, crawling his way back up, grabbing Kerry's jaw to crash his puffy lips with his, trying to be even rougher than Johnny was with him.

He quickly comes straddling Kerry's lap. He's been acting all nice for the both of them, still hasn't even touched his dick since Johnny asked him not to. So frustrated he's immediately grinding his ass on Kerry's dick, who hadn't even realized V took his pants off when he was making out with Johnny. Grinding and moaning, he doesn't even care how needy he sounds right now but chuckles as he feels how much that turns the both of them on. Reaching behind, already grabbing Kerry's dick to line it up with his ass. Kerry grabs both wrists before V can do anything stupid he'd regret once the alcohol wears off.

"Lemme prep you," he asks, planting a kiss at the corner of his jaw.

"Ker," V whines, needy wanton whine.

Fuck, he's actually getting desperate after being kept on edge all day. Kerry really wants to keep him there a little longer.

"I know, I know," he coos, fingers brushing his dick leaking against his stomach.

V burrows his face in the crook of his neck, drooling on his skin as Kerry keeps teasing a little longer.

"Fuck," he slowly realizes, "Where did we put-"

"There's some right under that couch," Johnny mentions, "From that time you railed the kid on that table."

"You remember all the places we fucked?"

"Was trying not to sit anywhere where your cum had been. Stopped caring after a while, though."

Kerry chuckles at that, nuzzling V's hair to grab his attention.

"Gonna have to move, V," he gently asks, "C'mon."

V does as told, still complaining and whining as he gets off Kerry's lap. Then, a mischievous smile creeps up his lips as he realizes Johnny hasn't moved, still sitting on the couch to their left. He just goes to sit on him instead, dives right for his lips, making the most lewd noises that he's able to make against his mouth. Johnny joins in in his little game, slapping his ass cheek hard. The moan he earns makes him spank him again, and again. Kerry better hurry to find that damn lube. He wouldn't mind hurting V a little for his own pleasure.

"Found it," Kerry says, glaring at Johnny as he hears his thoughts.

He sits back on the couch, petting his lap.

"C'mere, V."

"I don't know, Ker," Johnny replies, V trailing kisses down his neck as he speaks, "Feel like he likes it here. Give it to me, I'll handle it from here."

"C'mon, V," he calls, ignoring Johnny and the tingle of possessiveness running up his own spine, "Don't ya like my dick better?"

V stops kissing Johnny and turns to Kerry. He's now remembering V cannot lie to him right now, he'd tell right away. He's not sure he actually wants to know the answer. He's seen it now, Johnny's cock, in whole its glory. He really doesn't want to hear his answer.

V reaches for the bottle of lube without saying a word. Mind blank as he's opening the cap, pours its content onto his own fingers. That silence might be even worse, actually.

"Yeah," V finally says, throwing the lube back at him, "I like the way you fuck better."

Kerry doesn't know what makes his heart skip a beat. V's words, or his face twisting with pleasure as he thrusts two fingers inside, hips moving on their own to fuck himself deeper. Still on Johnny's lap, but only gazing at Kerry right now. Moaning for him, trying to get himself ready as fast as he can, just for him.

Kerry can barely wait for his little pathetic nod to pull him by the shoulder right back on his lap. Spinning V around, making him face the other way, making him slowly sink down on his dick. He's holding his breath as he presses inside him, fingernails digging into his thigh. He doesn't remember feeling that close a second prior. That synched brain of theirs…

V still feels so fucking tight, so fucking warm around his dick. Kerry's shivering, holding himself back from grabbing his hips and pounding the life out of him. Shoving him off his lap and bending him over that table, all the while staring at Johnny, his ego stroked by the sounds coming out of his input. Fucking his input until he comes, then keep going. Until his knees buckle under them, until he's nothing but a puddle of nerves melting in his arms. Until-

"Kerry! No, wait-" V calls, trying to push his hand off his cock.

Kerry hadn't realized he was jerking him off, barely aware how fast he had started thrusting into him. He doesn't stop, only presses harder. V tightens around him, precum dripping off his dick, making Kerry's strokes the more pleasurable. He's sinking down on his cock, meeting his thrusts. His body's moving on his own, though he's not even sure he wants to come just yet. Frustration sets his mind on fire and fuck, he loves it so much when he's too horny to think. Still, he's following Kerry's moves, fucking his fist and fucking himself on his dick. Arching his back as the pleasure sends him right over the edge.

Kerry feels it too, V's climax. Lighting up every atom in his body, melting his very soul by its strength. He sinks his teeth in his shoulder as no moan can be loud enough to let out what he's feeling right now. Burying himself deep in V as he cums inside him, nails breaking the skin where his hands are holding his hips. A sensation so strong, he literally forgets himself for a moment. He's unsure of who he is anymore. Feeling the intensity of V's pleasure harder than his own. His vision goes white as he crashes down back to Earth, holding V tight, feeling his dizziness.

"Fuck," they speak as one.

V turns to Kerry, too breathless to speak.

"You felt that?" he asks, still in disbelief of the experience they shared.

"Yeah," V sighs.

"You don't sound that surprised about it."

"Yeah," he repeats, his eyes awkwardly leaving Kerry's.

"Great, you both came your brains out. What's next, now, huh?"

Johnny has sat his bare ass on the table, waiting, legs spread wide. Dick red and hard, standing almost painfully proud.

"When does Johnny get to come?"

Kerry's head rolls down the backrest, V leaning down on his chest as they catch their breath. They're ignoring Johnny right now. A grave error.

"V," he calls, getting up on his feet, arms crossed, "When do I get to come?"

"J-just give us five, Johnny. Geez," V mumbles, eyes closed.

"Ker," he whines, glitching right behind the couch, "When do I get to come?"

"Johnny, man. C'mon," he chuckles, throwing his head back to look at him, "You're so-"

In their position, Johnny's dick is at eye level. Fuck, he's drooling again.

"Yeah?" Johnny asks, wrapping his hand around his cock, giving it a quick stroke.

"You fucking dick," he breathes out.

"Yeah? You like it?" he toys with another pump, right above Kerry. He could kiss that cock if he lifted his head.

Johnny's gaze moves from his own dick to Kerry's face. Those pretty blue eyes and their golden aura, those soft lips still bearing a scar of their fights, an imperfection Kerry didn't correct even though he could. Those hints of gold peppering his skin. Eyes traveling down to his neck, to the piece of cyberware adorning it.

"Wonder what it'd feel like," he says in a low tone, fingers delicately wrapping around his throat, "To pull that thing right off you with my bare teeth."

"Don't," Kerry replies, his threat making him shiver deliciously, "I actually really like it."

His hand travels up, reaching for his chin, forcing his mouth open wide.

"Fine. I'll try not to break it then."

His cock slides past his lips. Kerry doesn't resist, tongue sliding off his mouth, eager to take him deeper. His dick glides into him with ease, each inch making him drool a little more, making him grab V, who's turned around to watch the scene, a little tighter. Calmly breathing out not to choke as Johnny shoves his cock down his throat. His silver hand wrapped back around it, smug smile as he feels it swell up to accommodate his girth.

Johnny gives it a tentative squeeze, just to see Kerry's reaction. He isn't surprised, probably watched him pull that move before. His throat tightens around his cock and he struggles to swallow. He's still so calm, taking him so easily. His own cock starting to rise back to life. Johnny starts thrusting shallowy into him, keeping his dick deep in his throat since Kerry can take him so well. Saliva starts dripping from the corner of his mouth. The sight makes Johnny hold his throat more firmly. Kerry puts his hand on his wrist, but doesn't stop him, actually pushes him more against his throat.

Fucking into his mouth a little faster, restricting his breathing a little more. He feels so tight around him now, so warm and narrow. V can feel Kerry's cock twitch, but doesn't do anything about it. Touching himself at the scene he's witnessing right now.

Kerry finally squeezes his wrist, muffled cough caught in his narrowed throat. Johnny pulls out, letting him catch his breath. His hand still on him, feeling his fluttering pulse.

"Fuck, Ker," he groans, stroking his dick glistening with spit, "Didn't know you could pull shit like that."

"Never thought you'd care," he strains, voice hoarse, almost broken.

"Well, I do now."

Kerry throws his head further back, opens his mouth wide. He doesn't even take the time to wipe his own drool running down his cheeks. He doesn't have to tell Johnny twice, who thrusts back into him the very same second. Hand still on his throat, but only to anchor himself onto something as he pounds his mouth hard and fast. Burying himself deep inside, then pulling out until only his tongue can taste the precum leaking down the tip. Hard and long thrusts. He's pretty much just using Kerry at this point. The choked moans he earns only make him press back into him faster. 

His thrusts get more erratic as climax builds up, shallower moves now. Staying in Kerry's throat. Saliva has now started to bead on the floor. He's closed his blurry eyes, jaw hurting but he'd be insane to make Johnny stop now. His fingers push on Johnny's wrist again as he feels him being close. Asking to be both already choking by his hand and on his dick as Johnny's filling him up. A demand Johnny can't ignore, making sure his own fingers leave an imprint wherever the gold can't protect his skin. He stills deep into his throat as he comes. Low groan and clenched hand, staying deep inside him long after he's done coming.

"Fuck, Ker," he lets out as he glitches back on the couch.

One hand comes to pet his hair before pulling him close. Kerry looks thoroughly fucked. Drenched in sweat and drool, puffy lips and ragged breath. Johnny needs to kiss him, feel his own taste on him, keep his sore jaw open for his tongue to get a better sample. Kerry tries to kiss him back, but he's still too far gone to react on time. That makes Johnny laugh, feeling his hand weakly grab him as he pulls out from the kiss. Disappointed look on his face as he realizes it's already over. He butts their foreheads before giving him some space, letting him come back to them.

"You alright, Kerry?" V finally asks, pecking his temple as he feels him nod, "You sure?"

"Not my first rodeo, kid," he says, voice all quiet, "But, fuck me. Probably one of the best I had so far."

"Cause you think it's over yet?" Johnny teases right back, lit cigarette in hand.

"Sure hope not," Kerry replies, nails gently raking V's back as he speaks, "Didn't wait a fucking lifetime only to get my pretty throat fucked."

"Never said I'd fuck you," Johnny says, flicking his cigarette.

Tone so flat Kerry eyes him directly. He almost believes it, for a second. Johnny being done with him, leaving Kerry itching for more. He'd fall for it, if Johnny wasn't grinning right now. Teeth flashing at him when the cigarette leaves his lips. Of course, that asshole has to toy with him a while longer. Guess Kerry needs to be a little persuasive. He gently shoves V off his lap to crawl on Johnny's, who feigns not to notice. Keeping smoking, lazily glaring at Kerry with a bored expression on his face. Convincing, if not for his gaze drifting down to the ink and gold that has blossomed on his body throughout the years he's been gone. Deep down, he wants to map every marking, every change until he'd recognize them as Kerry's with his eyes closed. Too bad they're running out of time.

"Johnny," Kerry calls, mouth to his ear, his hands already traveling downwards, "I really want something from you."

He can play the meek for Johnny. He can play the beggar for Johnny. He can fake anything he isn't, just to finally get what he's always wanted.

"And what's that?" he asks, taking a puff of his cigarette to blow it on Kerry's face.

"C'mon," he asks, suave whisper that makes Johnny shiver, "Rail me. Heard my ass's even better than my mouth. You don't wanna test it out, even a little?"

Johnny's hand freezes as he's about to take another drag. Lewd words from Kerry's sweet mouth feeling better than nicotine. Freeing and addictive. Goosebumps on his skin as his teeth graze against his neck.

"V," he calls, titling his head to give Kerry better access, "Mind prepping your input for me? He's begging for my cock."

V nods, getting down from the table back on his knees. They don't need to talk to plan what to do with Kerry. So used to it their thoughts pass by too fast for him to know what's happening. He feels Johnny's hands slide under him, lift him up. He's about to ask when V's lips trail their way down his spine. He arches under the affection, sighs softly. V spreads his ass cheeks, breathing down his hole already twitching in anticipation. Kerry hisses at the sensation.

Both men move as one to make Kerry moan. Johnny feeling his pulse throb against his lips. V feeling his hole tighten around his tongue. He grabs the both of them, yanking at their hair to pull them closer. Breathing through gritted teeth, grinding back against V's mouth. Feeling their lust for him, feeling their craving for him. Feeling their love for him, fiery, passionate. Burning him as he wants them closer, about to leave lasting marks on his soul, on their souls.

It's all over too soon. V playfully slapping one cheek as his mouth leaves him. Johnny leaving one last kiss on his skin before whispering in the shell of his ear.

"Turn around, Ker. Kid wanna suck you off."

"Hey, I wanted to surprise him," V fusses, crawling backwards to leave him space to move.

"Too bad."

"Wait up, you two," Kerry speaks up, now facing V, "I should-"

"C'mon, Ker," Johnny cuts him off, reading his thoughts but still pulling him close to his chest, "Don't wanna remember the shape of my cock a little longer?"

Kerry knows he can take Johnny, for the challenge at least. It's gonna hurt, though. He's not a sucker for pain, but he hasn't got around how to say no to Johnny just yet either.

"Be gentle," he instructs, resting his head on his shoulder, "Or you'll be the one begging me to stop."

Johnny hums, feigning he's barely listening. Kerry'd tense up at the act he's putting on, if not for the way his lips fall on his shoulder blade. Soft touch, retracing the ink on his skin with his mouth. Barely there, yet present enough to make him shudder. He immediately relaxes in Johnny's arms. He's actually trying for once.

Johnny's hands slide down his body, careful to follow the path laid by his cyberware right down his legs. One hand wraps around his dick as the other runs back up to brush a nipple. A gentle stroke, a soft caress. Kerry lols his head to muffle a sigh against his neck. His hands glide back down, spreading his legs open wider.

"V," he calls, loud enough to be heard, quiet enough not to bother Kerry, "You waiting for an invitation or something?"

"Oh, right," he hears him say, not bothering to lift his head from Johnny's shoulder or even open his eyes. He knows he was distracted by the sight. Who wouldn't?

V comes to pepper kisses along the inside of his thighs, beard brushing his skin. Johnny lifts him up, fingers proding around his hole. They slide in rather easily, making one man moan as the other chuckles.

"The fuck were you afraid of?" he asks Kerry against his temple, "So fucking wet down there."

"You're welcome."

They both eye at V, settled between Kerry's legs, mouth so close to his dick it needily twitches. Kerry loves him with his whole heart but fuck, that loudmouth of his. Johnny shoves his head right back on Kerry's cock, making him effectively shut up for now.

"Could shove my cock in one go," he continues, lining it up with Kerry's ass, tip creasing his gaping hole.

"Do that," he hisses, trying not to move as V goes straight to bobbing his head just at the right pace, "and I kill you."

"Fine, fine. Fucking drama queen."

Johnny sinks him down on his dick, slowly, carefully even. Stopping until Kerry isn't holding his breath anymore, then dropping him a little further down. His lips are too busy on his skin for him to talk, muffled groans escaping as he's trying not to succumb to his own desires. So used to just take and take, worrying about Kerry's needs rather than his own wants is the perfect challenge to keep the frustration on building. Kissing Kerry's neck to distract him, as if V's throat around his cock wasn't enough.

"You actually can play nice," he eventually murmurs with furrowed eyebrows, lost in his own pleasure.

"Don't want to. Not usually."

"What changed your mind?"

Johnny stops, right there. Halfway inside, but suddenly stilling. V pulls out as well, cool air hitting his dick. He's feeling it too, the sudden white noise in Johnny's head, trying to conceal something from them. Words that can't come out just yet. His thoughts quickly shift back to the present, one hand leaving Kerry's asscheek for his throat, making him sink down his dick faster. He moans, nails digging into his wrist. Throwing his head back against his shoulder as he's deliciously stretched. So full his toes curl.

"Shut up," Johnny instructs, tightening his hold on his throat, "Before I start playing rough again."

"Who said I'd mind?" he teases when Johnny lets him breathe again, last words pitched higher with V's tongue circling back around his dick.

He's ready to toy with him, ready to see what reaction that can get out of Johnny, who's been trying so hard to behave. He doesn't have to wait long, Johnny lifting him up and thrusting into him just like he's been wanting to for so long now. Silent hiss comes out Kerry's mouth, grabbing at his wrist tighter. It doesn't hurt as much as he thought, lust overcoming the pain. He arches his back, meeting Johnny's thrusts as best he can. His head spins, throat held too tight to breathe, each move he makes either fucking V's mouth or fucking himself on Johnny's cock. Fuck, too many sensations at once. His whole body and soul set on fire by their combined passion. Fiery desire that keeps building up and up with each thrust. Too much, yet not enough. He tries to speed up the pace, trying to chase that climax about to knock him out cold by its intensity. Johnny's mouth is still on him, mumbling his name against his ear. His own hand reaches for V, shoving his cock down his throat as far he can. Pleasure building up and up, making him tighten around Johnny's cock, making Johnny tighten around his throat. Only warning he gets. Their thoughts too much of a tangled mess of raw emotions to be shared anymore. Impossible to tell who climax hits first. Sent over the edge so fast, so hard, Kerry's head feels like it's melting. Most pleasure he ever felt, and most pain as well. He can't tell what's happening anymore. The world restricts around them, until they're the only ones still in it. Can't even tell if he's alive or dead, heart racing, yet not beating at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kerry, c'mon. C'mon."

He slowly comes back to himself. Eyes too heavy to keep open. V's cradling his head, both on the ground now. There's a burnt smell hanging thick in the air.

"What happened?" he croaks, trying to look around.

His head's spinning too fast. He closes his eyes back again before he can spot Johnny in the room. There's a sudden emptiness tugging at his heartstrings. He's alone in his thoughts again.

"Your shard got fried," he explains, holding a nervous chuckle from bubbling out.

"Huh?"

"Yeah. That was a little too much for the program to handle."

"Shit," he strains, finally understanding why his head feels like hot embers, "And Johnny?"

"He's fine. You gave us one hell of a fright, though," V says, gently helping him to sit, back resting against the couch.

They stay a moment in silence. Kerry catching his breath, V making sure he's actually alright. He notices him glaring at Johnny before rolling his eyes. He already misses hearing the conversation going on in their head.

"You're still mad at me?" V eventually asks, handing Kerry a bottle of water from the bar counter.

Doubts have begun creeping up his mind again. They spoke in a moment of passion that has since then cooled down. Maybe he's not as alright with the situation as he was before.

"Nah," Kerry says after giving it some thought, "Switch the roles and I would've done the same."

"Whatcha mean?" he asks, already knowing the answer, yet looking to tease Kerry.

"Can't say no to that asshole. 'specially if it's about, y'know, whatever you two've been doing."

V comes to sit at his sides, relieved smile on his lips.

"But once you're all mine," he continues, putting an arm around his shoulders, "Don't start pulling shit like that anymore. If you even-"

"I won't," he assures, bumping their heads affectionately "Don't worry. It's only you. You, and maybe Johnny. But that's it."

Kerry can't help but smile. He wished he could've been that honest with his other inputs. Would've saved some time.

"Yeah, think I'm okay with that."