A leather jacket with a red, flaming oni and the words Samurai blazed across it flapped in the gusts, flying like a flag off of the man's back and contrasting with the neon-lights and ads of Night City in the backdrop. He sped his motorcycle down the wet streets hours past midnight. His body was wrapped in a red netrunner suit, and he wore black knee-high biker boots.

He was a sight to behold for the Night People on the highways and like so for the sleek pedestrians downtown as he parked on a curb with his radio blasting some edgy, industrial rock. One long leg straightened as he placed a foot on the ground, the other still on the petal, his skin-tight suit hugging his well-shaped thighs enticingly. When he turned his head, a pair of corpo women stopped to gaze at his young face, smooth ivory skin reflecting the blush from the holo-sakura trees nearby. By contrast his eyes were pitch black, irises white and seemingly suspended in deep space. His full set of golden hair was trimmed in an under cut, long hair at the top sleeked back, one strand fell over his eye.

The women's husbands also stared. No one could deny this mysterious edgerunner was one hot fucker. Night People weren't exactly bound by things like decorum either. Even among high-end Beavers.

One of the women whistled. Her man smirked. The other couple laughed. When they caught V's attention, they proposed him a night he would never forget. No one saw what this sexy young solo could see, standing on the pavement near the group salivating over him.

The engram's display of Johnny, hands at his hips, head thrown back as he laughed his ass off. "Come on, V. You should take them up on their offer. Have some real fun for once."

"No thanks," V answered all of them and got off his bike. His ass was practically naked with how tight his netrunner suit was. Bubbly and perky, hard and round. One could say it was one of Night City's best asses. This only made the pair of wedded couples more insistent.

"Look at you," said Johnny. "Devil in red, tempting these fine corpo folk into unspeakable acts of perversion." His voice was dripping with amusement.

V liked the attention, and maybe it might have been interesting. But not tonight. He ignored the group and walked towards the direction of the drop point.

"Shit," said Johnny. "You don't deserve that body. I'd have so much fun with it."

"Watch it, old man. I might think you're offering something. Aren't I too butch for your type?"

"Hah! You wish you can have a taste of Johnny Jr. I know you're holding out on me, V. But I'm in your head, remember? You wanted to go with those people. Just like you want to do more than a quick rub in the shower or a cheap Joytoy off of Westbrook. You're aching for a nice big cock — maybe one with some fun cyberware — preferably attached to a man you actually find interesting. Hell you're about to turn me gay with all that want. Time to scratch that itch, my man."

V dropped off the item and returned to his bike. Stoic looking, edgy, tough, like any man living on the edgezone. Even the group still lurking around to throw another pitch at him couldn't tell he was burning with embarrassment. Because it was all true, but he believed he had kept it well enough a secret. Johnny never mentioned it until now. Sly bastard had been keeping it to himself, watching.

"Come on, V," he seemed to whisper it, like a lover. "There's three of them you think about. River comes first. Kerry and Barry sort of tied for second. Choose one."

"River is straight."

Johnny laughed as if he had heard a quaint stupid thing coming from a child. "No one is completely straight or gay in Night City. We're bound to fall in bed with equipment we never thought we'd handle. Even you ate pussy before. They call this the City of Dreams for a reason."

"Doubt it's that reason. Besides, he's with his family. Families don't stay up this late."

"He's in his own shack at the trailer park, all by his lonesome. Go wake him the fuck up. You ain't exactly vanilla in your tastes and something tells me he ain't either. Give him a wild night. Make him remember you for the rest of his life."

V revved up his bike much to the lamentations of the group. They would remain there to watch him drive off into the night, beautiful tight body of his forever out of their grasp. He liked the thought of doing that to them. Johnny knew it.

The old rockerboy was like the devil on his shoulder, but without an angel to counter his words, V found himself speeding through the night, past the neon lights, past the darker industrial zone, and into the outskirts. Johnny was doing it on purpose: whispering dirty words that made V hot. He was starting to grow hard on his motorcycle, felt the firm leather under him press more tightly between his legs.

Johnny snickered mockingly. "Better hurry, V. Don't want to bust a load with just your bike. I won't let you live that down."

It was forty minutes of Johnny tormenting him, loving his control over his host, making V give it his all not to crash. Finally V stopped some ways from River's house. He didn't want the loud motor to wake his sister and her kids. Once again, he was watched as he threw a leg over his bike to dismount it. It was a couple of young men sitting on plastic chairs in front of their trailer home, beers in hand, leering at him under the orange street light.

V ignored them and walked to River's door, heart pounding and Johnny's filth still in his ears. He was regretting this.

"No, you should not have gone to Kerry's," said Johnny, who read his mind. "Why settle for something else just because the powers that fuckin' be decided to limit your options. Take what you want, V. Or Night City will keep you hungry 'till you die. And let's be honest. You might die soon. Got nothing to lose. Go for it."

V rang the doorbell. He was growing too hot, felt sweat building up even though the night was chilly. A flapping of blinds from the window and a moment later the door opened to a most magnificent sight: groggy eyes, shirtless, large and tall, caramel-colored muscles rippling between the porch light and the darkness behind River. The ex-cop wore only slim-fitting boxer briefs, black. V look down where an enormous bulge hung from between thick, strong thighs.

"V? What are you doing here at this hour? Something wrong?"

V didn't answer. Instead he let out a trembling breath and frantically removed his jacket, dropping it without care at his feet. Johnny smirked, he felt the lust in V building up. Didn't help that Johnny was tweaking things in his brain.

The engram once watched a BD about a man sending a woman signals to the brain to make her cum. Johnny didn't quite have that ability but he had enough influence to turn V's head to mush — and had been doing so for over forty minutes on the road.

V felt Johnny prod him, it was so insistent it almost felt physical. Johnny whispered, "Look at that cock, V. Looks like it fits right into your sweet ass. You were made to be fucked by a beast like that." It delighted Johnny that no one but he knew V liked to be spoken to like that, kept it a secret, played the alpha male during sex when what he really wanted was to bend over for someone and get tied and whipped.

V couldn't help himself, a whimper came loose though his lips, sounding pained. River mistook it. He mistook also the look in V's eyes, the lowered eyelids, the reddening lips and cheeks. The ex-cop placed a large, warm hand over V's brow, thinking the smaller man might be sick, then pulled him into his house, closing the door.

"No," said Johnny. "No talking. No cute misunderstandings. This isn't some rosy romance for women. You're men, you're horny as fuck and he's about to be. Look at him. He's looking at your hard on. Take him now."

It was dimly lit in River's living room with only small lamp on a console table in the hallway and the porch light outside streaming in through the half-closed blinds. River looked even bigger among shadows, his eyes lost in them, so V couldn't tell where he was looking. Only that the man was still, silent, and staring.

River strode forward, seemed to loom menacingly in the dark over V. He touched V between his legs, lightly at first, then cupping him "Is this why you're hear?"

"Yes," said Johnny.

"Sorry," said V.

Johnny snapped, "You're not a bitch, V. Stop playing the role. Tell him!"

Over Johnny's voice, River said quietly, "Don't be."

"Tell him what you want, V."

"I want you to fuck me," he told River.

River grabbed V by the back of the hair, drawing him up for a hard, hungry kiss. The sounds they made were sloppy, animalistic, their bodies writhed, trying to get impossibly close to one another. The bigger man seemed to devour the smaller one in front of the window, porch light striping them with yellow glow through the blinds. V moaned, wrapped his arms around River's back. The man in turn, squeezed V to him by the waist, one hand fondling his ass, a finger running firmly up his crack. His thick, naked thigh pressed into V's cock.

V's groan resounded in the dark through their kiss.

"Good boy," said Johnny lowly, his image right next to him, acting as if he were talking into V's ear. "See? Good things happen when you listen to Johnny. I'm in your head. I know what you want. Now drop to your knees and suck his cock. Take that beast deep into your throat, then your ass."

V nearly felt the push on his back. He didn't know if it was real or his own mind, he just pushed himself off of River and threw himself onto his knees and pleaded. "Fuck, River. Give me your cock?" He opened his mouth, his tongue out.

He couldn't see the man's expression, only heard a faint gasp; breaths growing erratic in the dark.

Only V heard the thrilled laughter in the back. "Hell yeah, V! Now unzip your suit. Slowly but not too slowly. You can do it."

Thoughts weren't even his own anymore. Johnny was a devious incubus and was taking control. V unzipped himself all the way down to his leaking cock, thick and straight above his spread legs.

"How do you want it?" Though softly spoken, River's words pierced the quietude and made V, who was overly sensitive, jump.

Are you doing something to me, he asked Johnny.

"Only cause you want me to. Answer him, V."

"Huh?" V looked up in confusion at River, who took him by the jaw.

"How do you want my cock."

Johnny's voice was a combination of mockery, delight and lust. "Tell him you want it deep in every hole in your body."

"Everywhere. Fuck me everywhere. Just fuck me hard."

"Good boy," said Johnny. "Touch yourself with one hand, go for his with the other."

V did so, legs spread, ass out, touched the tipped of his own cock, but when he went for River's, the man caught his wrist hard.

"Not here," said River, pulling V up, slid an arm around him, kissed him on the neck and walked him towards his bedroom.

Once there, he picked V up by the waist and threw him on his bed. "Spread out, let me look at you."

Soon after, the light was turned on in the room. River stood by the light switch watching V. The ex-cop's eyes were black and intense as they stared. His enormous cock tented in his boxers, stomach rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

V still wore his biker boots and red netrunner suit, unzipped all the way below his cock. His shapely thighs were spread wide, chest heaving, his arms clutching the pillow above his head. His cybernetic eyes did not withhold any of his primitive human emotions, they were glazed with lust and fear.

Johnny said softly, "You haven't done this before. Haven't let yourself take what you want. You feared it for so long. Thought you needed to be tough every hour of every day."

River drew closer, his eyes scanning every inch of V's body. His thick fingers trailed lightly up his legs, his side, his neck, pressed over his lips. "We've went up against many dangers, V. But never had I seen that look in you eyes."

V didn't want to talk about it. He shook his head, blond hair having lost its gel by now, spread across the pillow. River had noticed before how attractive V was, but shot it down. He'd watched the man's ass when he came over for dinner in shorts so short they rode up his ass. They'd been hot pink, like his tank top, and he had on a black crop jacket with its sleeves rolled up, some white and pink sneakers and a cap. River had glanced at a few men before that, but shrugged it off as irrelevant intrusive thoughts. V however had made him look. Had made him want.

Seeing the blond solo sprawled on his bed so deviously decadent, River decided it was time to explore his sexuality further; delve deeper into his own desires. By the expression in V's eyes, full of insecurities mixed with lust, he realized it was the same for V.

"You've never done this before — not this way."

V bit his lip, a gesture of concern, but it looked salacious with his blushing cheeks and lust-filled gaze.

"Don't worry," said River as he removed V's boots. Then he lowered himself between his legs, his nose nuzzling the other man's stomach before he kissed it. "It's mine too."

River drew up, gave V a smirk. "Now what did you say you want? My cock fucking every inch of you?"

Much to River's delight, V's face turned from insecure and horny, to devilishly seductive as he smiled at the ex-cop. "And don't go easy."

River laughed, his voice rough. He lowered his lips unto V's, kissed him roughly. River had bigger lips, looked like he was swallowing V's face. V's own lips turned red, glistening. River bit the bottom one, then plunged his thick tongue into V's mouth. Both men groaned into one another's mouths and V started to grind his hips up.

He seemed to grow more desperate, wrapped his legs around River's hips, his thrusts became more frantic. River withdrew from the kiss abruptly, enjoying V's mewl of protest.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, V." said Johnny. "This man wants to enjoy you thoroughly. But that's okay. Let him take control."

River got on his knees and made V get on all fours. He pulled down his soaked briefs, his cock springing up near V's face. Its girth and length were legendary, but work had been done on it that made V gasp, his asshole pulsing with want. The dark shaft was lined with ridges, and around the head cybernetic lines hiding who knows what installation meant to give more pleasure.

"Holy shit," whispered V.

"Can say that again," said Johnny. "This kinky bastard."

"Suck it," commanded River.

Johnny's engram was fed all the info on what was happening to V, his display stood on the side of the bed showing exactly what kind of info he was getting by the look of lust on his face. Johnny's stared at V's ass; the engram was thinking about it. The netrunner suit was slightly wet from the precum that leaked during his ride. The red material was darker around his ass, cheeks stretched by his spread thighs. His back was arched, one shoulder exposed at the suit fell over it. And V's young, firm face, mouth stretched open about to receive a mammoth, ridged cock into it, his red tongue stick out, black and white eyes hidden half way under lazy eyelids and his blond tresses in disarray over his forehead: hell of a sight to behold. Johnny enjoyed it. River enjoyed it.

River grabbed the smaller man by the jaw, lifting it up so he can get a better look and whispered, "Fucking hell you look so good. Should've done this sooner."

With his large hand he helped V open his mouth wider and slid his cock in, watching V's lips stretch to the limit, his eyes showing both lust and discomfort. His cock felt the vibrations of his wanton moans and River responded with his own, breaths heavy.

V started sucking, hard. Abruptly, like a ravenous man, he gripped the base of River's shaft, and with a swift movement from his head, deep throated the larger man. "Fuck! V!"

In the golden light of the room, River was a large, dark figure, on his knees on his bed, looming over the smaller, paler form of V, who was bent over, deliciously submissive in front of him. River's mammoth cock disappeared and appeared effortlessly as V's blond head bobbed forward to take him in like pro. V may have never submitted to any man before River, but he had certainly sucked big cock before.

No one saw Johnny leaning back against the wall, smirking. He glitched over to the bed, sat near V, decided to have some fun of his own, whispering dirty things into his ear. Liking that River didn't know about it, didn't know there was another man involved, making V go wild.

"You're doing good, kid. But save some for your other end. He wants it. And you're aching for it. That asshole of yours is twitching, so hungry to take his cock. I'd fuck you if I could, while River takes your mouth. Bet you'd love that. Love getting stuffed on all ends, at our mercy."

V groaned loudly. River took it as a cue and grabbed the blond's head, popped his cock out of his mouth. Gasping, heaving, mewling like a Joytoy, V couldn't get the words through, "River…I want…"

River understood, however. "Yeah," he said, though it sounded like a growl. He caressed V's cheek, thumb his lips. V sucked it with a moan, closing his eyes.

Suddenly River yanked the netrunner suit off of V. The smaller man was left panting, naked on the bed, one leg drawn up, the other flung over the side of the bed.

"Expose yourself to me," ordered River.

Not missing a beat, V brought his thighs up, held his legs up. River sat on his heels and looked intently, knowing this would make V crazy. The solo's asshole was hairless, pink.

"Nice and ready," said Johnny. "You'd bottomed before, but still remained in control, still pretended to like dominating. This is what you really wanted, though. Why you didn't accept that group's invitation. Scared they'd see it. Fearing that all four of them would use you up shamefully."

"It's twitching," said River.

"Come on, fuck, River…just fuck me already!"

River laughed, lined himself up over V who dropped his feet, and placed a large hand on his throat and jaw. "Forgetting the magic word, V?"

Johnny now stood over them on the bed. "Ask for it nicely. Ask him to choke you while he fucks you."

V was a writhing mess at this point. "River…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Mmm, choke me. Hard."

River bent over, reached over to the drawer in his nightstand, and withdrew a pair of handcuffs.

"I love this guy," said Johnny. "He was made for you, V. Can read you almost as well as me."

River cuffed V's wrist to the headboard. The solo's milky skin was a pretty contrast to the dark gray sheets under him, his chest dotted with a deep rose. V threw his head back, exposing his neck, but River wasn't ready yet. He needed to see more. Sitting on his heels, River lifted V's hips, placed his ass over his lap. He watched his big, brown hands sliding up V's creamy thighs, he kneaded his hips, getting close but not touching his leaking cock. Then he placed one hand on the middle of his belly, caressing upward, the other hand positioned his own cock against V's pretty pink ring. A quick activation made River's ridges start leaking lubrication, a substance that increased sensitivity.

V was panting with half-lid eyes watching River closely, his breathy words shook, "River…please…"

"Now who can say no to that," said Johnny.

River wrapped his thick, long fingers around V's throat and squeezed. The sounds V made nearly drove River over the edge. Even Johnny said, "Nice. Moan just like that. Loud and lusty but not too loud. Make him squeeze you harder."

"More. Harder!"

"Fuck, V" River whispered. But he did so, much to V's delight who smiled, gasping for breath, his eyes rolling ups and closing as he arched his back.

River took the cue and prodded his asshole open with his tip. It was more difficult, V's ass tighter than he thought. He'd never done this with a man before so he didn't know the prep work.

"Finger…hah…finger me…"

"Gotta open him up, choom. Telling me you never fucked a woman in the ass? Damn you're missing out," Johnny told River even if his words went unheard.

River spit on two of his fingers, then shoved them inside V, who cried out deliciously.

"Hah…more!"

Much to V's discontent, River released his thoat and lowered himself to get a better angle. He got on his knees and got down low until he was face to face with V's asshole. He watched his fingers play with it, his other hand holding open an ass cheek, its thumb placed near the the ring. He then did something he never thought he would. He leaned in close, took a lick. When V thrust up and cried out so sweetly, River decided to do it again. His tongue pressed firmly around the ring, then he flattened it out and gave the hole and nice, sloppy swipe before plunging it in and wiggling it around.

V was coming undone, saying things River never thought he'd heard the merc say, things like "Fuck my boypussy with your face", and "Stuff me with your meat". The man's voice had gotten a few pitches higher, his breaths mixed with moans.

"Jeezus, V," said Johnny, snickering. "Who would've thought you were such a cockslut? Bet you'd love it if I were here, double stuffing you with River."

This only made things worse for V. "I'm…I'm about to…!"

Both River and Johnny were in sync when they said, "Gonna cum without getting your cock touched?"

"River for fuck's sake, fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Just ram it in hard and fast, choke me till I black out!" He panted, tears rolling down his temple.

At the sound, River threw himself forward, back over V, placed his knees under the smaller man's thighs, chests close together, and plunged his cock inside. It slid in smoothly this time, not too slowly not too quickly, stretching out that pink beautiful hole wide. When he was all the way in to the base, balls to cheek, he activated a little surprise that drove all his lovers crazy, running back for more.

From inside River's slit, thin tendrils came out, subtly emitting little shocks against the inner walls, seeking out the sweet spot to give it a good tickle whenever the cock withdrew. They also served as sensors to let River know where to hit. V arched his back so high River had to press down on his stomach, then wrapped a big, muscled arm around his waist to keep him there. With his other hand, he choked V as hard as he could without it being dangerous.

River made sure not to touch V's cock, not yet. He rammed in and out fast and hard.

River's darker, bigger form dominated the smaller, paler one under him. V's legs were thrown over the sides of the bed, his ass on River's lap, their crotches practically fusing. His ass and thighs trembled, his whole body stretched between River and the headboard he was cuffed to, as he was rammed up and down against River's cock. His back arched like a wide U, his hair was all over his face and pillow.

When River felt himself get close to the end, he lowered his torso again, pressed it tightly to V's, their stomachs smashing together with V's cock in between. The beautiful solo screamed, eyes rolling closed, shooting cum between them, his ass pulsing wildly around River's cock.

River released his throat, now all red with the ex-cop's thick finger marks. He straightened himself up on his knees and the balls of his feet, his own legs spread and he picked the smaller man's hips up off the bed and fucked himself into V, thrusting fast and ramming V down on his cock with all his strength.

The solo had gone practically limp after his climax, but still gave out little sweet moans that pleased River, until he came inside V. He fucked V until he milked himself empty inside, then gave him a few more more, slow thrusts as he withdrew from his ass with a final, sloppy pop!

He didn't let go of his hips, however. River lifted V by his thighs and watched his own cum, trickle out of the gaping hole he had left still twitching. He wasn't planing on it, but it seemed like a good idea. Wrapping his hulking arms around V's waist and placing his legs over his shoulders, River buried his face between V's legs and started sucking his own cum out of his ass.

This elicited a delight little tired sound out of V. He knew the solo must have been too tired for another go. But the next morning would be another matter.

River lowered the other man, whose lovely face told him he was in subspace. River was inexperienced. He'd never seen any of his women partners like this. But he did know they required a little after-play.

He removed the handcuffs, gently placing V's red-rimmed wrists down by his sides. A quick trip to the bathroom and he brought out a wet towel to wipe V, then himself, before turning off the light and settling himself beside his lover. He wrapped his arms around V, drew him close, kissing his neck where he left his marks, then kissing his wrists, smoothing out his hair. V sighed in contentment so River knew he was doing something right.

River caressed V's body, enjoying it, wishing he had done this so much earlier. It was a gorgeous body, supple, tight and young, toned and strong. He caressed V's throat as he brought down his lips to his and kissed him gently, but firmly. Never too sweet but caring.

Soon after, V fell asleep and River right after him, limbs intertwined, the streetlamp outside lit the room dimly, stripes of orange glow falling on their bodies through the half-opened blinds.

Johnny went to sleep himself, patting himself on the back for a job well done.