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He was insane. He had to be. This was a bad idea, a terrible idea even. Even ..
Even so.
As V panted and moaned, his ass slapping against Nero’s thighs, the man who was simultaneously older and younger than him, all V could think about was how insane this was. How reckless. How wrong.
.. How right, too.
V was panting, holding onto Nero’s shoulders in a queer lover’s embrace, his head back, mouth open as the most ungodly, whorish noises poured from his lips. Nero made grunts and huffs, doing most of the work. Gravity was V’s best friend and bitter enemy, the skinny man straddling Nero’s meaty thighs, the white-haired man thrusting up into him.
They were in Nico’s van. Though not a soul still lived in the city that could see them fucking in her driver’s seat, the expanse of the windshield still burned a brand into V’s back. The empusas would not judge them, the lifeless bodies of countless humans did not mind. Still ..
Nero had stayed close, since that shower. Hadn’t wanted him to run off, to get himself hurt or killed. And V had tried. Hells, had V tried .. He needed to get to Urizen, he needed to get to him first if possible.
.. The thought of him .. of Urizen .. hurting Nero again was an upsetting one.
It was bad enough that, whenever Nero moaned, just right, V caught flashes of a memory that was not his, through eyes that he did not own anymore. Nero’s breathy love-making was so close to the whimpers of agony. It struck such a strange dichotomy. Instead of spurting blood, there was slick flesh. Instead of panting gasps as he struggled to stay conscious, Nero was breathing heavy because he was pistoning his cock in and out of V’s tight hole.
V knew things about Nero. Nero knew only that he seemed to love V.
V tried to chase the guilt of this away by leaning back and then forcing Nero into a deep kiss. A kiss the younger/older man gladly returned, and returned with such vigor that the guilt flickered like a candle in the wind. It dimmed, though it wasn’t gone entirely. It dimmed, primarily because Nero’s cock was slamming against V’s prostate as if his life depended on it.
“S’at good?” Nero grunted, heedless to the thoughts that were going through V’s mind, his lips against V’s lips, his tongue darting out to lick and taste.
“Nero,” V breathed, his eyes closed, arching his back when the tempo got especially good.
That wasn’t meant to be your name ..
“Come on, V,” Nero murmured, grabbing hold of the cock between them, V’s, and started to stroke it.
V keened, gritting his teeth, his head falling back.
The windshield .. What would this have been like, if the world outside of this van was not a ruined hellscape? What would it be like, if they did this again, after this was fi–?
V came, spurting weak ribbons of cum up his belly, along Nero’s hand. He panted, yelping softly as he rode out his orgasm and Nero thrust into him, chasing his own orgasm.
“Good,” Nero whispered, catching his breath. “Good .. Shit .. Heh.” He looked like Puck, then, V realized, seeing his tired grin. “Can’t believe we did that .. Kinda funny if someone saw?”
“ .. Yeah,” V whispered, leaning against him, trying to rest ..