Jensen jerked awake as the noise from the living room reached his ears. A loud thump and some cursing. Someone was in his apartment. He climbed out of bed, his eye shields clicking into place. Whoever it was, he was about to get his ass handed to him.

He moved towards the doorway, his back against the wall. Getting a drop on the bastard should be easy if he was sloppy enough to bump into the first piece of furniture that got in his way. He enabled the noise cancelling augments in his legs and moved towards his target, ready to dispose of him quickly and with extreme prejudice.

The intruder seemed to be oblivious to everything around him as he stood there, rubbing his shin gingerly. Jensen approached and grabbed him by his shoulder, whirling him around. The man let out a terrified yelp as a ceramic blade was pressed against his throat. Jensen did a double-take.

"Goddammit, Pritchard!" he rasped as he loosened his grip and let the blade slide back into its compartment. "I could've killed you."

It took the hacker all but one second to regain his composure: "Oh, always such a warm welcome from you." The tone of his voice was as sarcastic as any other day, except...

"You're drunk." commented the aug sounding half-surprised, half-amused.

"Wow, your observation skills are absolutely out of this world." deadpanned Pritchard as he steadied himself against the armrest of the couch.

"Care to tell me why you're here?"

"Well, if you must know...I'm here because of you...you jerk." grunted the hacker as he tapped an accusing finger on Jensen's chest.

Adam knitted his brow, his eyes narrowing behind the shades: "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Pritchard latched onto him: "It means that I hate you for making me do this. And you know what? I've had enough of your bullshit. I'm gonna-"

His sentence got cut short by a sudden loss of balance. If Adam had to guess, he'd say that Pritchard was trying to shove him into the room, but all he did was lose his balance and plop into his arms like a rag doll. Unsure of whether he should be angry or amused, he sat him down on the couch.

"Ggghhhh...I'm not done...yet." grumbled the hacker.

"Pretty sure you are. Listen, Francis-"

"I'm gonna make you my bitch, Jensen."

Adam shook his head in exasperation: "Do us both a favor and shut up. Just lie down on the couch and-"

It was as if Pritchard didn't hear him: "I don't care how strong you are. I'm gonna-"

"You should, 'cause I might just punch you if you keep this up." growled the aug, his patience finally running out. It was enough that the prick kept pestering him at work all the time. With robbing him of sleep like this, he was starting to push the boundaries a little too far.

Pritchard waved his hand dismissively: "Spare me the attitude, Jensen. We both know that if you really wanted to do that, you already would've. Want to know why I'm really here?"

Adam opened his mouth to growl at him again only to make a choked sound. He froze, staring down in shock. Nothing could've prepared him for what happened. Pritchard was...he just reached out and grabbed him. More specifically, he grabbed his crotch.

"I'm gonna push you against that wall and I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

It was as if what he just heard had completely fried his brain. He had no idea how, but within the next few seconds, he found himself with his back against the wall and Pritchard's hand inside his pants. Somehow, even his eye shields managed to retract without him being aware of it.

The hacker smirked: "You're not so tough now, are you?"

Still paralyzed, Jensen stared at him, his exposed eyes revealing how he felt better than any words could.

Pritchard tightened his grip, savoring the nervous twitch it earned him.

Jensen stiffened as he felt the hacker's fingers give him a single hard stroke. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Pritchard..."

"You're gonna let me fuck you, Jensen, and I'm gonna make you cum hard." Pritchard continued, the tone of his voice a dead giveaway of just how much he enjoyed the other man's vulnerable state. He stroked him once more and hooked the fingers of his free hand into the waist of his sweatpants in an attempt to undress him.

That little action finally made Adam snap out of it. He grabbed the hacker's wrists: "Stop."

Pritchard tugged at the fabric insistently.

"Don't touch me." Jensen demanded as he looked up at him, his shock suddenly evaporated.

The hacker didn't seem to like that idea as he dug his fingers deep into the sensitive flesh on the aug's crotch in an attempt to seize control again.

Adam let out a pained groan and doubled over, the grip upon the other man's wrists loosening.

"Make me."

That did it, Adam gripped the offending wrist with both his hands, tearing it away. Now it was Pritchard's turn to be shocked as he was swung around and pinned against the wall. He gasped as his arm was twisted into a very painful angle behind his back, one augmented hand holding his wrist and the other one tugging at his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back. The pain from his wrist shot all the way up to his shoulder as the other man leaned into the grab, his weight effectively immobilizing him. He rumbled in his ear: "No, Francis. You're the one who's getting fucked."

His voice turned downright guttural. With how raw he sounded naturally, it was almost scary.

"Move." he commanded as he gave Pritchard just enough room to step away from the wall. He pushed him towards the bedroom, his hands never letting go of him. The hacker did as he was told, his breath growing shallow. He was in no position to argue and he realized it, no matter how drunk he was.

Jensen shoved him onto the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He was expecting some sort of an insult to come his way as he turned back to where Pritchard was lying, but no such thing happened. The hacker was uncharacteristically quiet as he just rolled onto his side and rubbed his hurting wrist. It was as if he didn't notice him or just outright ignored him. Jensen didn't care either way. He kicked down his pants and climbed into bed, ready to move in for the kill.

"You cheap bastard..."

Ah, there it was. Without saying a word, he grabbed the hacker's arm again and forced him onto his stomach, savoring the grunt it earned him. He used his free hand to dispose of Pritchard's belt and tear down all the clothes that stood in his way. It was almost funny how the other man squirmed the moment his rear was exposed. Jensen grabbed the lube again and applied a generous amount to his cock: "The more you move, the more it's gonna hurt."

"Don't you dare-"

Pritchard hissed as his hair was pulled again, this time with much more force.

"Do I really have to repeat myself? Shut up." growled the aug as he slid the tip of his cock inside him.

He inhaled sharply as the warm wetness closed in around him. A moan came from underneath him. It was both pleasure and pain. Encouraged by the sound, he thrust deeper, moaning himself.

Pritchard let out a loud cry, only for it to be stifled by a hand clamped over his mouth. He writhed under the touch and regretted it immediately as the hold around his wrist turned into a vice. The message was clear: Be quiet and stop moving.

Jensen pulled out and went back in, his hips coming to a stop. He was giving his prey time to adjust. The hacker trembled under him, eyes closed. No sound this time, just some heavy breathing.

The aug pulled back his hand from the other man's mouth and loosened the death grip he was giving his wrist, but he didn't let go completely. As obedient as Pritchard was starting to be, he didn't trust him to fully cooperate just yet.

He rammed into him again. And again. And again, until his hips picked up a rhythm and started moving on their own. At that point his cock was in balls-deep, his every thrust rewarded with a moan. It surprised him how loose his partner had become, gave him the impression that he was used to this kind of treatment. Pritchard wiggled under him, panting and moaning and in between those pants and moans...

"Come on, Jensen... Fuck me like you mean it."

Adam was more than willing to oblige. He let go of the hacker's wrist and gripped his butt with both hands, pounding into him at twice as much speed. Pritchard threw his head back in a cry of ecstasy, his manhood pushing hard against the mattress. Adam let out an animal-like growl as he was nearing his climax, the pressure around his cock becoming downright exhilarating. He grabbed his partner's hair and thrust into him one last time before it washed over him. With a hoarse cry, he let go of him and quickly pulled out. A similar sound came from under him and Pritchard suddenly went limp, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

Adam collapsed onto the bed next to him and took a moment to savor the aftermath of his orgasm. A smile was tugging at the corners of his lips. After such a long time, it felt really great to have sex again...no matter who it was with. He looked over at Pritchard. The hacker had his back to him and seemed to be completely oblivious to everything around him.

Adam sat up and shook his head. It seemed that no matter how much he disliked the idea, Francis was staying in his bed. He grabbed his pillow and moved it to the other side, hoping to gain enough room to get some sleep. For a second, he considered grabbing the covers from under the apparently sleeping Pritchard as well, but then he just rolled his eyes and moved to his side of the bed, looking forward to finally getting some rest.