Coop cracked a stiff circuit in his neck as he parked his spacecraft on the desolate plains of the Northern Frontier. Beside the pilot's seat was a baseball bat, his weapon of choice for the occasion. Straightforward and effective. Free from all of the bullshit he'd had to put up with for the last two weeks. He stared at his reflection in the rear view mirror. His complexion was gray and haggard. The dark rings under his eyes betraying his disquieted mind.

The door to his vehicle was kicked open so hard it ricocheted on its hinges. Coop emerged from within, drinking the sour wind of the moor into his soul. If there was one thing he could still be certain of, it was how hard he would beat that two-faced toad's face in. Whatever happened to him, the backstabbing evil snake that had torn their family apart paid for every moment of treachery he'd plotted.

The shadow of the Grim Wreaker, finally completed, was a sight that brought with it another bitter sting. How long he had to have plotted all this behind the Radster's back. Pretending, smiling, lying through his teeth. He borg tightened his grip on the neck of the bat, smacking it against each step as he ascended the stairs to the side entrance of the ship. The sound echoed through the hangar, loud enough that Coop had no doubt anyone residing inside would hear.

And sure enough, it wasn't long after he'd reached the top of the stairs that the door swung open. Despite the damage that had been sustained by his hard drive, his reflexes, running on pure adrenaline, were quick to fling the bat through the opening in the door.

It was to his surprise when a hand reached out and caught the weapon. Immediately, he could feel the weight of it being shifted from his hands to that of his target. It was a subtle sensation that caused a slight draft to penetrate Coop's stubborn fortitude.

The gap in the door widened and Coop found himself dragged inside the ship in a one sided game of tug-of-war. With a second and more forceful pull, the bat was yanked from his hands completely.

Out of options, but not of fight, Coop slammed his attacker against the wall with the force of his body, pinning him in place with the point of his elbow. It was only then that he was able to get a look at the face. The lime colored complexion of well chiseled features that could have only been sculpted by the Gods of Olympus themselves. A familiar face on an unfamiliar body.

Coop's cheeks progressively reddened as his eyes drifted down to the broad shoulders and expansive chest of his opponent, barely concealed by the V-neck of a deep crimson smoking jacket. Even beneath the point of his elbow he could feel the hardness of his metallic flesh pushing against the pressure he asserted.

His eyes darted back up as he could feel Hacker's hot breath against his forehead. Their faces were barely an inch apart, the remodeled borg's chin pointing past Coop's shoulder, putting the Radster at even closer proximity with his smirking, wiry lips. He could feel a tingling spread across his lower regions as his dick stirred inside his joggers.

"Like what you see?" Hacker asked, tilted his head to the side slightly to catch Coop's gaze, which had begun to drift downwards again. He didn't seem all too concerned with attempting to struggle against Coop's hold, rather, from the hungry glint reflected in his eyes, regarded the situation with an annoying degree of flippancy.

"But you didn't just come to look." His words caused Coop's face to flush with anger as well as an excitement he didn't want to admit, especially as Hacker seductively peeled the edge of his robe back to expose more of his bare chest. "How about a test drive?"

Determined to stand his ground, Coop slammed his body against the villainous borg a second time, only to feel his slimy cock release what it had made a futile attempt to hold in. He yanked the borg in by the collar, shoving his lips against his. Hacker kissed him back although there was a passive and almost demure quality to the slight nibbles of his lips. The Radster, in contrast, did no holding back, thrusting his tongue into the borg's mouth while maintaining a dog's grip on his lower lip.

With one hand still pinning Hacker to the wall by his abdomen, Coop began to undress, freeing his swollen cock before it tore through the crotch of his pants. Once his pants and shoes had been thrown aside, he proceeded to pull the robe off Hacker's shoulders, running his hand greedily down every inch of exposed flesh as if marking his territory.

Fully disrobed, Hacker slid his back down the wall until he sat on the floor. Now looming over him, Coop pinned him down by the shoulder, before planting himself on the throne between the borg's legs. Both hands against the wall, Coop stared into the borg's mocking eyes with cold determination, the corner of his mouth curling into a snarl as he whispered his first command.

"Move."

Hacker's engine came to life at the ejaculation, trusting Coop upward with a force that threw him against the goliath borg's lips. Coop stifled a cry of ecstasy, frustrated at how easy it was for him to cum. He slid himself back in position, forcing the bucking borg into his rhythms. This partner had to learn which of them would be the one in charge.

"Do you know why I'm here? It's to see whatever became of the spineless pathetic wretch that slithered out of Radopolis with his tail between his legs. What kind of weak, pitiful, weasel would abandon his family for an empty quest for power," Coop whispered between labored pants, clasping either side of Hacker's face in his hands so he could keep his gaze between thrusts. "Were you too scared to face me like a man?"

Coop dug his fingers into borg's hair, feeling out the shape of his skull and gripping it tight as he buried his face into Hacker's neck. He slowly worked his way down, claiming every inch of him. When he felt the circuits in his chest start to burn with the effort, he dismounted, only to plunge his USB into Hacker's back port, the adrenaline continuing to fuel his bottomless drive.

There was a brief look of shock on the borg's shock at suddenly being penetrated before he put a firm hand on Coop's butt, pushing him even deeper. Coop could feel the heaves that echoed from underneath his partner's chest. The Radster continued to twist and push like a stubborn key jangling in its hole until a cry of ecstasy came from the borg's lips like a song. It was a deep, bass sound that reminded Coop of the pluck of a guitar.

When his exhaustion at last caught up with him, he sat on the ground, trying to force more air into his body than his lungs would allow. Between his legs, his cock still pricked, throbbing with arousal. Face flushing, Coop clamped them shut, only to feel the wet juice running down his thighs as his arousal drove him to go further than what his body would allow.

"Fuck," he spat, reaching for his discard clothes. He needed to get out of here. Go home. Too bad the borg had always been exactly his type.

"Is that all?"

Just as Coop prepared to spit out a retort, the Radster felt Hacker's hands around his throat. Before he even had a chance to blink, the borg had pinned him to the ground, pushing his thumbs up against his trachea. His attack knocked the wind out of his partner, and it took Coop several seconds to even process what had just happened. Hacker's new strength was unbelievable. The Radster tried to laugh, conflicted between the thrill and feeling things were about to be taken just a bit too far. All his lungs would allow was a faint wheeze.

"H-Hacker― stop," he gasped, pawing at his wrist with both hands.

The weight on his throat was lifted immediately and Coop flipped himself off his back, coughing and spluttering now that he finally had air.

"Don't tell me we're finished already," Hacker cooed, appearing behind the Radster once he'd gotten enough time to calm his breathing. The borg's arm arms weaved themselves around Coop's waist. "I'd hate to think you were still angry with me. Sometimes letting these things out is just healthy." His chin nuzzled the crux of Coop's neck as the borg throat emitted a low and rumbling hiss. The voice of a venomous serpent, still biding its time. "Besides, it's already late. No good driving around Cyberspace in the dark. We'll be able to conclude all our unfinished business once we get more comfortable."

Coop pulled himself away from the borg's embrace, grabbing him by the wrist and squeezing the skeleton underneath as hard as his tired joints would allow. As much as he loathed the man's very existence, simply leaving would be just as good as admitting he'd been sexually outdone. Fuck if he even thought of letting that happen.

"Take me there," he growled.

The two of them picked their clothes and proceeded down the corridor and through the long, echoing halls that made up the interior of the Wreaker. Coop felt himself stiffening as Hacker shot him a beckoning backwards glance. So much about his presence had changed since their last encounter. He barely recognized the once withdrawn, soft-spoken borg who had won his heart when they were young. Or maybe this was the first time he'd really seen through the man to his core.

Despite everything that had changed there was just enough still familiar to awaken something wild in him. That sudden look of surprise when Coop had made the switch from riding to revving the engine. The occasional gentler expression in his dark eyes.

After several minutes, they stopped in front of a sliding door which opened into a room with a King sized bed at the center of the opposite wall. Satin sheets of mauve draped across the mattress while a light, pink canopy hung down luxuriously from the ceiling. It was not the bed Hacker targeted immediately however, rather, a small arrangement of sofas and a coffee table that were set nearer to the door.

The set up seemed innocuous enough until Hacker extended a hand to the surface of the table. Responding to his touch, it increased in height until the edge met Coop's hips. His fingers still running along its surface, Hacker breathed words which caused Coop's heart to flutter.

"Chess."

On his command, a chess board manifested on one corner of the table. The pieces seemed to be made of glass though Coop noticed sparks of electricity crackling within each, like the miniature plasma globes that came with children's science kits.

Although it remained unspoken, an exchange of glances was all it took before the two borgs were on the same page. Hacker spread himself across the remainder of the table and Coop climbed on top of him. The first move was his to make.

"Pawn to D4."

"Pawn to D5."

Coop's eyes remained fixed on the board as much as they could be throughout the game, however difficult that made it to keep up his rhythm at the same time. Chess was Hacker's game and when the borg made his first pawn capture, Coop found himself being flipped to the bottom position on the table.

From there, focusing became even more difficult as he was barely able to see the board, overwhelmed by Hacker's thorough lovemaking. Coop let out a moan as he felt his insides being filled. It was only in the brief interim between his finishes and the start of the next round that he had time to think of a move. His partner, in contrast, barely needed to consult the board before taking his turn. His love was passionate, dominating and thoroughly unrelenting.

Coop glanced up at the board, eyes weak with ecstasy. It was his move again and he needed to do something to put himself back on top. In no place to make educated decisions, he instead went for a frivolous capture, just to buy himself a moment on top again. He announced his move, scoring a bishop and reclaimed the top position.

"Knight to G4," said Hacker with a wiry smile.

"Fuck," Coop spat as he was pinned again.

"Are you tired, my sweet?" his borg partner cooed as his face cast a shadow over Coop. "Should we take an intermission?"

"Never."

"As you wish."

Coop failed to fare much better in the second half of the game. Occasionally he'd make another capture but would never go more than a move or two before being pinned again. Part of him almost wanted to give in. Both on the game and to the man who currently had his tongue down his throat. Who cared about chess when there was such a bigger thrill to be had? One he was certain he'd enjoy even more had his mind not been split. And if the lug would let up for more than a second.

But as soon as he began to run down this train of thought, the other half of his brain pulled back on it. He was reminded of everything Hacker had done and how much he wanted to see him as a pile of scrap metal.

Things on the board didn't look good for him. Coop's side was practically free of pieces while Hacker's still had most of his important players. In fact his King was blocked in by a swarm of them.

Coop blinked. Could he perhaps— no way. Hacker would see through the plot immediately. And yet, what did he have to lose?

"Bishop to G4."

When the borg called out his next move, Coop felt his breath get caught in his chest. A fatal misstep. Somehow, he hadn't seen it and now Coop only had one thing to do.

"Checkmate," he whispered as he flipped himself back on top. He watched as the piece began to slide across the board on its own, but before it could topple the King, Coop reached out and snatched it up.

"Winner's keeps," he smirked, holding it out for the borg to see before shoving it through his port. The Radster could feel the electric energy crackle in his fingers as Hacker let out a breathless laugh.

There was a thrilled look in his eyes which Coop acknowledged with a wave of satisfaction. But before he could go for throat, the right side of Hacker's chest began to glow. The borg quickly threw him off, brushing a hand over the area which promptly snuffed out the light.

Without wasting more than a heartbeat, Hacker's eyes were back on him and the moment was forgotten as Coop found himself picked up bridal style and carried to the bed. His back hitting the mattress, Coop's was struck with the soft satins that made up the sheets as well as a realization.

Hacker had only been toying with him. This whole time, allowing him to win when it was convenient and enjoying it. The power had been in the borg's hands from the beginning. He had only to choose when to claim it.

"Enough," said the Radster. He grabbed the borg by the chin and pushed him aside, suddenly drained of his enthusiasm.

"Yes, you should rest. We can always continue in the morning after a recharge." Hacker rolled onto his side, flicking a stray strand of Coop's disheveled gray hair out of his face.

Coop felt the borg's eyes on him, looking up and down like he was some prize. What was going on? On the surface of it, every shot had been his to call from the moment he'd entered the door. So why did he feel like the butt of some joke? Manipulated, although he could point to no one action that sparked such an impression.

What he did know was he wouldn't leave until he saw Hacker squirm. He wanted him to feel small and helpless. The same fear he has when he'd fallen off the halfpipe, when the borg had attempted to crash his hard drive.

When Hacker tried to rest a hand on his chest, Coop smacked it away. Such sudden despondency," chuckled the borg. "What did I do to deserve such coldness?"

"Shut up," Coop spat. "You haven't said a single word that's meant a thing since I got here. We're going to talk about what happened. And why you did what you did. I want to hear all your pitiful excuses."

The borg's expression dropped. "No excuses, old friend," he said, the theatrical tone of his voice not matching his new pokerface. "I have no illusions about my choices. Nothing I can say or do will change what's already happened. It was, by design, the final word. And with it, I am free. Utterly and completely, from the past. With the only thing left, being what lies ahead."

"I can tell you what lies ahead. Emptiness, nothingness, oblivion. When you throw away everything that means anything, what else could you be left with?"

Hacker shook his head as if to express pity for any sense of sentiment. "I only discarded what was never mine to keep."

Coop stared at him incredulously. "Love means nothing to you."

"Is there a reason it would? Let us not forget it was you who destroyed my life's work on that fateful day. Yours was the first betrayal." He brought Coop's hand up to lips and kissed it. "But not to worry. The sting of treachery will have no further hold with me. We're finally equal now that neither of us means a thing to one another."

Hacker's words continued to echo in Coop's ears long after the borg had fallen asleep. The Radster stared up at the ceiling, still wide awake, mind lost in rumination. He couldn't help but pity the borg, although it was the kind of pity one felt for a worm that had been stranded on the sideway and baked in the sun too long. Detached, and dismissive.

He knew there would be nothing left for him here. Yet it was difficult to let go of the years they'd been together. Maybe just, one last night?

As he turned onto his side and rested a hand on the borg's bare chest, feeling the smooth texture of his metallic skin, the image of the light that had flashed through his mind.

"A recharge." His eyes widened with a realization as the words left his lips.

When Hacker awoke the next morning, it was to find his both arms tied to the bedpost with sheets. At first, he reacted no more than with a tilt of the head and flash of the coy smile. Coop crawled up his chest on his hands and knees, choosing its peak as his perch.

"An undoubtedly tantalizing scenario. What do you say we continue after breakfast?"

Coop didn't immediately respond. Instead he took his time, stretching out the stiff joints in his back and shoulders. "You know, your recharger chair really hits the spot. It's been days since I've felt this good," he said, cutting the tension that had built during the interim of silence with a knife.

Despite Hacker's outer suavity, Coop could sense a hint of fear in his eyes. The only thing that had allowed his battery to hold out this long was him powering down for the night. Now that it was morning—

Hacker made a motion to sit up in the bed, only for Coop to pin his shoulder down against the mattress. "You're staying," he said, the bridge of his nose wrinkling in a snarl. "I'm going to be the last thing you see in your miserable life. You think you have any control here? Whatever future you envisioned will be robbed from you before anyone even knows your name."

Coop learned down, towards him, drinking in the progressive look of horror in Hacker's expression. His face hovering barely an inch above the borg's he let his lips part with a whisper.

"Let's end this with one last fuck."

In a single, quick movement, Coop lunged forward, snatching Hacker's wig up in his teeth before flinging it through the canopy, leaving the borg's most vulnerable area exposed. Almost immediately, he felt the borg's body start to quake beneath him. Coop watched his silent panic, drinking up satisfaction like warm honey.

He allowed his long strands of gray to fall over his shoulder. He wanted Hacker to have a good look at it and know, despite all his efforts, he would not end up the one on top. Aiming for the point of the borg's chin, he prepared himself to go in for a kiss, only to feel the borg shrink beneath him. Head turning to the side and folding into his neck the best he could while still being tied up.

"Don't!" His chest shook with the force of having run a marathon. "G-give me back my wig."

Coop sat up. His teeth grimaced, frustrated at their instinct to respond so readily to Hacker's words. He couldn't allow the borg any more control over him, over his life, over— He put his hand over his cock as it gave a slight wiggle. That, especially.

He watched as Hacker desperately attempted to pull against the restraints, fingers crawling for the wig which was just out of reach on the floor beside the bed. No. The borg had no control here. It was him. Just as it had been from the beginning. No matter how he tried to deny his desires.

He wanted things to go back to how they were before this nonsense started. To go back to Radopolis and fuck this man's brains out every night until he broke. But this fantasy he was attempting to play here could never be a substitution.

Coop crawled off the bed and tossed the dusty wig at the borg's face. He could figure out how to untie himself on his own. As much of a good deal done as he could stomach, he gathered his clothes from the entrance and left.

Slider had been at an extended sleepover with a friend since the incident. Something Coop had organized to buy himself time to get his life back in order. The Radster was glad to have a few more hours alone to himself in the hour. It had been days since he'd had proper sleep and with his mind calmer now for the first time, all his tiredness had started to catch up with him.

Coop shuffled into the kitchen, deciding to get himself a glass of cold water before crashing, he spotted a lone mixing bowl sitting at the center of the counter. He hadn't been cooking anything. In fact, he and Slider usually just got take out.

As he approached the counter, a glowing red light began emitting from the contents of the bowl which Coop could not identify beyond knowing the powder-like texture of the substance. He tried to back away from the glow, but couldn't before its radiance blinded him. It seemed to fill up the whole room.

When the wave of light finally passed, the Radster found himself on the floor of the kitchen, in a dazed stupor, but none the worse for wear. In fact he felt good. Like he'd just gotten another one of those rechargers from Hacker's chair.

When he tried to pull himself back on his feet, he realized the metallic skin on his hands was no longer loose and wrinkled with premature age. And the hair that had fallen over his face had returned to a warm brown.

He got up and peered inside the bowl, finding a sticky note at the bottom of the, now emptying, mixer.

It'd be hotter if you had more stamina.

"Fuck." Coop bit down on his lower lip as the corners of his mouth curled up with excitement, feeling a trickle of warm juice running down his leg.