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V was in hell, he was sure of it.
Sure, it was bad enough that his best friend in the entire fucking world had died.
Sure, V got shot in the head, and should have died.
Sure, he was slowly fucking dying because of the same thing that saved him.
But it would have been bearable, really, if a certain Johnny Silverhand hadn’t been the very epitome of V’s type.
V groaned softly, and fell face first onto his bed, having spent the day running around chasing leads that ended up nowhere.
He was exhausted.
Lazily, he registered the tell tale noise of Johnny appearing, and the younger man ignored him, choosing to keep his face buried in the pillow.
Surprisingly, he felt Johnny’s cybernetic hand reach out, and snap the thin elastic that had been keeping V’s long, chocolate brown curls up in a bun, his hair immediately falling down around his face.
“Wuzzat for?” V mumbled, turning his head onto the side to look up at Johnny.
“You’re exhausted, kid.” Johnny replied roughly, staring down at him with an indescribable expression.
“Exhausted most days.” V pointed out, rolling onto his back, noticing the way Johnny tilted his head to look at all of V.
“You’re not usually this nice to me. What gives?”
“Dunno.” Johnny said after a moment, reaching out again to tangle his fingers in V’s hair.
The noise V let out stopped both of them in their tracks, both V and Johnny going wide eyed and still.
“Damn.” Johnny muttered eventually, gently running his fingers through V’s hair. “I felt that.”
“Shuddap.” V hid his face in the pillow again, trying his best to keep Johnny from seeing his blush, never mind that Johnny could probably feel it.
“Has that ever worked before?” Johnny asked sardonically, gripping a good chunk of V’s hair into his hand, and tugging lightly.
V made another highly embarrassing noise, and wished for death.
“Death, really?” Johnny chuckled, letting go of V’s hair, “And I thought I was over dramatic.”
“Between the two of us, who nuked Arasaka tower?” V snapped, glowering up at him belligerently. Johnny merely smirked down at him, and in a moment, V let out a grunt, feeling the entire weight of Johnny on his back, the older man laying atop him.
“You’re just pissy because you got wet from that.” Johnny murmured right in V’s ear, and it was absolutely batshit that V could feel his breath against his skin.
“J-Johnny-“ V stammered, feeling himself flush all the way to the tips of his ears, his breath catching in his throat. “What’re you-“
“C’mon, V.” Johnny breathed, wrapping his flesh arm around V’s neck, grabbing his chin. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. I know you have.”
“S-Shit, Johnny,” V shivered helplessly, biting back a whine as the rocker nipped at his ear. “You…you’ve never shown interest before,” He pointed out weakly, and Johnny huffed faintly.
“Yeah, well, I was a gonk.” Johnny muttered, nipping his way down V’s neck. “And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“O-Oh yeah?” V made a needy sound as Johnny discovered a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder. “Ngh!”
“Now that’s a pretty sound,” Johnny chuckled, sliding his chrome arm down V’s back to grope at his ass, getting a nice handful.
“S-Shit, Johnny!” V whined, his eyelids fluttering, “W-Wouldja just fuck me already?”
“If you insist, pretty boy.” Johnny grinned against his neck, sitting up and tugging insistently at V’s shirt. “Strip.”
V pushed at Johnny to get the older man off of him, and yanked his shirt off, Johnny immediately crawling back atop him to run his fingers along the thin, spiderwebbing scars underneath V’s nipples.
“Vik do it?” Johnny asked, glancing up at V.
“No, wish he did,” V chuffed out a laugh, “Some shit ripper in the badlands, hence the interesting scars.”
“They suit you. Look like little lighting bolts.” Johnny murmured, leaning down to trace one with his tongue, causing V to gasp and clutch at Johnny’s hair.
“T-thought you wanted me to strip?” V laughed breathlessly, and Johnny nipped at him, causing V to squirm.
“Ruin my fun, why don’t you.” Johnny muttered, pulling back off of V to pull off his own shirt, the garment disappearing instantly.
V scooted back, and tugged at his belt, unbuckling it and tossing it aside, shoving his jeans down to reveal..
“Holy fuck, V, you always go commando?” Johnny laughed, yanking V’s jeans off and throwing them away.
“S-Shut up, oh fuck-“ V gasped as Johnny buried his face between V’s thighs, his head falling back with a whimper as he felt Johnny’s tongue against his clit. “J-Jesus, w-why can I t-taste myself?”
“Just wait til I’m inside you, pretty boy.” Johnny smirked up at him, before diving back in, thrusting his tongue inside of V.
V keened, his fingers tangling in Johnny’s hair, rolling his hips against Johnny’s tongue, gasping and moaning non stop as Johny fucked him with his tongue.
“Getting close, I can feel it,” Johnny groaned, pulling away to V’s displeased whine.
“W-Why’d you stop?” V mumbled, opening his eyes, only to still, seeing Johnny had gotten rid of his own jeans, leaving the rocker engram just as bare as V.
Johnny had his organic hand around his admittedly impressive cock, and he was gazing at V with an intensely hungry gaze.
“F-Fuck, Johnny…” V murmured, spreading his legs in silent invitation, and Johnny surged down to kiss him, pressing the head of his cock against V’s cunt, slowly pushing inside.
“S-Shit, V,” Johnny hissed, as he sank inside the merc until their hips pressed flush together.
V only whined desperately, trembling and gasping against Johnny’s lips as he struggled to adjust both to having Johnny inside him in a brand new way, and the electric feedback sensation from Johnny, fuck, V could feel what it felt like to be inside his own cunt.
“This is so fucked,” Johnny grunted, slowly pulling out, and then shoving himself back in brutally, groaning loudly, his eyes going wide. “I-I can fuckin’ feel my cock inside you, Jesus-“
“O-Oh c-Christ, J-Johnny!” V keened, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, already so overstimulated from the influx of sensation.
“Look at me, V!” Johnny demanded, anchoring one hand on V’s shoulder, as he began to fuck him brutally, the wet sound of their flesh colliding echoing throughout the room. “Fucking perfect, taking me so well!”
V whimpered, rolling his hips to meet Johnny’s thrusts, gasping and moaning every time Johnny shoved in to the hilt, gazing dazedly up at the engram.
Johnny groaned, pressing his forehead against V’s own, and stared hungrily into his emerald eyes, watching the way V’s face slackened in ecstasy.
“No one’s ever gonna know how t’fuck you this good, V.” Johnny murmured, grinding deep inside him, “No one but me.”
“J-Johnny!” V whined, feeling that coil of pleasure in his gut growing tighter at the rockerboy’s filthy words, dropping a hand down to tug and rub at his clit.
“C’mon, V. Can feel how close you are,” Johnny growled, his pace turning frantic, slamming his lips against V’s own.
V’s back arched taut, and he screamed into Johnny’s mouth, as a particular deep thrust sent him flying over the edge, and that made Johnny snarl, grinding deep inside him and exploding his own release, and V could feel it, he could feel what it felt like to come inside of his own cunt and feel himself being flooded and it was all too much!
His vision whited out, for what felt like forever, until finally he blinked, and found himself back to his senses, Johnny nowhere to be seen.
“….J-Johnny…?” He mumbled, a hand slowly rising to rub at his face, and he startled as Johnny flickered into view, looking as panicked as he’d ever seen the rockerboy.
“Jesus fucking Christ, V!” Johnny immediately gathered him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Scared the shit out of me!”
“….Worth it.” V decided, relaxing in his embrace. “How long was I out?”
“An hour, maybe?” Johnny huffed, gazing at V with concern. “Fuck, had no idea it’d be so goddamn intense…”
“I literally felt both you coming inside me, and what it felt like to cum inside myself.” V pointed out pragmatically, one hand dropping down to toy with his abused folds, shivering at the touch. “….Dunno why I thought there’d be actual cum leakin’ out of me.”
“…You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Johnny stared at him, a wicked smirk curling his lips. “Definitely puttin’ that on my to-do list when I’m back in a body.”