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Note: This is the 5th part of our “A Passion for the Ages” Cyberpunk 2077 series, so I’d highly recommend to read the previous parts and then enjoy this one! It’s also a light crossover between this universe and Teen Wolf, from where we borrowed a few of our favorite characters, but you don’t have to be familiar with that show or characters to understand our story.
Note 2: For those who are not familiar with our writing style, let it also be stated here that the story was originally written in roleplay format on Facebook. In my spare time I edited it into a fanfiction format as much as I could, so it reads a bit differently and maybe less fluent than a classical story format. Just letting you know beforehand and hope you’ll enjoy this adventure either way. :)
Recommended song: “Never Fade Away” by Samurai (Refused) – title obviously comes from this song.
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077, Teen Wolf
Characters/relationships: V/Kerry Eurodyne/Johnny Silverhand, Viktor Vektor/Carol Emeka, Panam Palmer/Johnny Silverhand, Solomon Reed, Saul Bright, Mitch Anderson, Songbird, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale/original female character, Alan Deaton, Aldecaldos, nomads, other characters (mentioned)
Rating/category: possible Phantom Liberty SPOILERS, references to the King of Swords ending, post-Phantom Liberty, explicit, M, mature, action, angst, romance, hurt/comfort, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, emotions, established relationship, a LOT of smut, oral sex, gay sex, rough sex, anal sex, edging, light Dom/sub, light BDSM, handjob, blowjob, threesome, aftercare, fluff, pining, streetkid V, male V, black V, healthy V, fixer V, dominant V, versatile V, bottom Kerry, bossy bottom, topping from the bottom, top Johnny, dominant Johnny, age difference, sarcasm, NUSA secrets, hacking, fighting, depression, Johnny has a body, idiots in love, injury, healing, surprise wedding, Militech, netrunner Stiles, BAMF Stiles, nomad Stiles, nomad Derek, clan leader Derek
Summary: Being on the run from Militech and organizing and leading a riot has its challenges, but the trio tends to find some time for each other, and also the strength to persevere. After all, if they want to take down the President of the NUSA for once and for all, they have to hit her and Militech hard with the help of their nomad friends…
Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.
Illustration by Useless-girl
We'll Never Fade Away
by Just Jim & Useless-girl
Chapter 1
Far away, like a glow in the distant horizon was Night City, untouchable and quiet. Out in the desert it was deafening, the silence it offered in the dark of night. To some it was a blessing being away from the chaos and the stench of the big city, to have time to think and hear your own thoughts instead of the cacophony of voices and traffic, distant gunshots echoing, and often screaming. To a man like Kerry, after decades of living in the city, it was near torture. The silence drove him crazy, made him restless. And sleep was harder to come by the longer they were staying with the nomads. So he often slipped away at night to look at the lights of the city with a longing that resembled that of a starving man looking at a banquet of food.
It was easy at first – focusing on healing up, focusing on his inputs – but now that he was fully healed and able to be his usual self, the ease quickly vanished. The tent they called their own was too small, the camp was too small, and the people were too known. He was at heart a private man, and although on tour he was surrounded by others, he always had his room to lock himself in, and he had his shows to pour himself into as a distraction. Out here in the nomad camp, he felt like a fish out of water.
Not Johnny. The former rockerboy had been with nomads before and loved their way of living. He adapted with ease, enjoyed his freedom and the big grump managed to strike up a tentative friendship with the other resident grump, the leader of the Hale nomads. As for V? He belonged. He got along with people, knew how to socialize and was well-loved by all. When Kerry was still healing, the two of them did small jobs in camp to occupy their time, something they still did.
And Kerry? He poured over all the publicity he could find on himself after the interviews. Watched old shows of himself to relive that rush, scared out of his mind that he was going to be forgotten. A true relic of the old past, dinosaur bones drying up in the desert sand. What if he wasn't made for this kind of life? Could his future be here when he didn't see much of a future at all? Depression lurked, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Now that he was healed and used to the new titanium bones, he hoped they were gonna make plans soon.
Despite being okay with their new circumstances and way of life, since he had run with nomads before, V kept a close eye on Kerry, who had it the hardest to adapt and accept all the changes.
Sure, they were relatively safe here, but V knew that they couldn't overstay their welcome because of the threat they posed for the Hale clan for hiding them. Also, he knew that Kerry's healing up took some time, and the longer they stayed in one place, the bigger the chance was that they'd be discovered. Something Derek Hale, the leader seemed to agree with, not with as much words, but grunts and nods, but didn't say much on the matter.
As for the outside world, it was mostly V and the two netrunners, Stiles and Isaac, who kept an eye on things. Of course, President Myers and Militech tried to deny all the claims Kerry had made, and tried to pose him as an unhinged and unreliable narrator. They tried to spin things in their own favor, but not everyone was buying it. People on forums, screamsheets and even on the radio were questioning those statements, and were speculating a lot about the truth. They were also suspicious about where the famous Kerry Eurodyne, Johnny Silverhand and V had disappeared. Some believed that they were already dead, zeroed by Militech on Myers' orders. Others believed that they were on the run to stay alive. And some thought all of this was a publicity stunt, or lies. To boost the golden rocker's career. Although that was a pretty big logical error, because there was no career at the moment to speak of. Yes, Kerry's corpo label had dropped him mere hours after that interview aired. As if the singer was crazy and the label wanted nothing to do with him after all these years milking him like the biggest cash cow that Kerry used to be. V knew that this had to hurt his love too, although neither of them really expected better from a corporation.
But V still worried. Kerry luckily made a full recovery under the care of the two ripperdocs Vik and Deaton. But he was growing more and more restless with every day, and that dark look appeared in his eyes more and more. The one V knew well, signaling the return of the depression that the two of them both struggled with time after time. It was no wonder, though. This wasn't how Kerry was used to living. No luxury, money, fame and a comfortable villa for privacy. Nomads lived in close quarters and in much simpler circumstances. But V knew what bothered Kerry the most – the quiet of the Badlands.
Kerry was a restless spirit, who thrived on being on the move, on chaos, on loudness. And this was quite the opposite out here.
With a sigh, V stopped watching Kerry sitting alone in the dark on a huge rock by the edge of the camp, and climbed up too, just to sit behind his input. He pulled him back against his chest as he stretched out his long legs along Kerry's, muscular arms going around the singer's middle.
"Missin' NC too?" he asked quietly and kissed the singer's neck, inhaling that familiar and beloved scent deeply into his lungs.
"Missing everything." He was being honest because there was no point in denying it, knowing V wasn't going to take it personal. It wasn't, Night City wasn't the same without V, but without Night City, Kerry wasn't the same. It was going to take time to get used to it, to the idea of not being there anymore. It was supposed to be a good thing, a healthy thing – or so he told himself.
Leaning back against V, Kerry sighed, his body weary and tired, his mind too wired to give into the bodily demands. Usually, back in Night City when he couldn't sleep, he'd order a load of pills through the Dark Net. They'd get delivered by drone as easy as that. There was no ordering of pills here, and he didn't even have the eddies for it if there was. All he could do was do yoga, the meditation not working as well as it used to. He couldn't write, he tried, the quiet sapping away all creative juices and his arm wasn't up to playing a full song on the guitar yet.
"Did ya see the latest interview with Myers? What a fuckin’ cunt." She was doing everything to make Kerry look unhinged, having photos of his hotel room published to show how much he was drinking and using. Paid off some shrink Kerry had never even been to, to claim Eurodyne came to him because he was seeing Johnny's ghost. And now Militech said they were looking for him because he needed help and V was aiding him while having sleepwalking issues.
Of course, Kerry's last two years of depression and using was helping their case. He hated how plausible it all seemed. There was one weakness in her story though. She claimed Johnny was only a figment of his mind, so they had to make sure the world knew he wasn't. Soon. It also meant there was no real bounty on Johnny's head, unlike V and Kerry’s who had a hefty sum of eddies for their alive capture.
"Like I'm some kind of crazed addict. I'm not addicted." Crazy? Eh, that was debatable. He sure wasn't normal, but that was a good thing in his opinion. "Guess we gotta move soon now that she officially put bounties on us."
"Soon we'll be ready with our own narrative, so people who hate corpos and believe us can rally behind the truth," V tightened his hold around his input. "I know it's not easy for you. Or any of us, for that matter. It'll take some time to find our footing, but once we do, we'll give hell to that bitch," he said with certainty while showering the singer's neck, nape and shoulder with kisses of support.
"But yeah, we'll have to get back on the road, as if we were on one of your tours. We've been idle for long enough. And I don't want the Hales to pay the price for that. I know you're struggling more than Johnny and I are, but know that we're here for you and care for you. You can talk to me, baby. I'm here."
Another sigh was the answer. "I created this sitch, V, so I shouldn't be whinin' like a pussy." Making the most out of it, to be all perky and positive, that wasn't like Kerry, but he also didn't want to seem ungrateful. Everyone was doing their best and here he was, unable to sleep and feeling depressed. These kinds of thoughts only made him spiral more so yeah, he didn't want to talk about it, but he appreciated the offer though. "I'll sleep eventually. I can't stay awake forever."
A soft chuckle followed that. "I remember at some point I was considerin' gettin’ help when you disappeared. But what the hell would I even say? Fell in love with the choom breakin' into my home while sportin' my old crush's engram in his head which was gonna zero him? I knew I sounded way too unhinged with that even if it was the truth. 'N look at us now."
"Now..." V leaned a bit more to the side so he could turn Kerry's face towards him to meet his eyes. "Now you call that choom fiancé and he's madly in love with you. And your old crush is flesh and bone again and loves both of us back, even if he doesn't say it as much with words but actions. And now your fiancé will take care of you with getting some meds from Vik or Deaton for your depression and a little something to help you sleep, too. Or I can help on the latter with taking you behind those boulders a bit further away and fuck you into oblivion against one," he grinned, running his thumb along Kerry's full bottom lip. He knew that sex and orgasms flooded the brain with endorphins, which helped balance out a depressed mind, so yeah, that was a legit offer of help.
Anti-depression and sleeping pills, wasn't that a familiar concoction he often had to use in the past? Never really worked well on him since he forgot to take them daily in his chaotic life, and he didn't like how they muted all emotions, not only the negative ones. Plus, they didn't go well with alcohol or other drugs so yeah, he wasn't exactly into that suggestion. See, he edited his songs because he didn't want others to hear his raw versions which were dark and... too fucking raw. But to be able to write, he needed the rawness of emotions to get there.
Did he think he was able to conk out after good sex at the moment? Hell no, but the offer of sex was made and he wasn't going to turn that down! His dark look transformed into a dirty grin. "Always wanted to fuck against a boulder. How'd you guess?"
"Dunno, just had a feelin', I guess," V grinned. "You're a very kinky man, so wanting to have sex in weird places is not a big stretch of one's imagination," he added, sneaking his other hand from Kerry's stomach down to cup and slowly rub him through his pants, his lips stealing a short peck from the tempting lips.
V knew this wasn't going to miraculously cure said depression, but it was going to help and distract at least for a bit. Plus, the last time only the two of them had any form of sex were the handjobs they gave each other back when Kerry was still healing in that bed. The other times Johnny's been there and participated too, so yeah. Some alone time just for the two of them was needed anyways.
Catching the hand cupping him by the wrist so he could grind against it, Kerry hummed in agreement. Maybe, just maybe, he had list of kinks he wouldn't mind crossing off before he died. And he has managed to cross off a lot of them, but not all. Doing it up against a big old rock wasn't on it and doing it outdoors was ticked off a long time ago. But it was a perfect place to have some near public outdoor sex.
"How about you pick the boulder for us?" The singer didn't ask to do it right here where they were, because for some reason V wasn't that into public sex. Not even out here in the desert where only a few nomads were able to stumble upon them. Kerry didn't care about any of that, had even let the screamsheets catch him on purpose when fake nude photos of him were published. Figured he might as well give people the real him then, especially because his label didn't want him to. "A big one you can really rail me up against." His dick twitched with interest right away.
"Your wish is my command," V murmured and stole one last kiss while he squeezed the nicely growing package once more, too. Then he helped Kerry get off their current rock and continued holding his hand as they walked a bit further from the nearby guards.
Said boulders were far enough and big enough to hide them and even if they'd moan, no one would really hear them. So scanning their surroundings, V didn't hesitate long to find the perfect spot and push Kerry up against the hard surface, so he could attack the plump lips while his hands opened the leather-pants. He didn't hesitate and one big hand went under it to wrap around the hot and velvety skin and pull it out into the cooler night air.
V was so cute for picking the spot far away from the guards and downwind so they couldn't hear them, probably knowing Kerry might be extra loud just to tease. The fixer was cute like that, a heroic social butterfly, but in other things so modest. It made Kerry kiss one of the bearded cheeks fondly. His hot little cutie.
"Did ya miss me that much, kid?" With a soft laugh, his hands eagerly went to V's cargo pants, which were easier to undo than his own. Maybe he should embrace the nomad wear, because it sure made sex easier... Nah. He loved his tight leather pants. His own cock was fully hard now thanks to the hold of that calloused hand wrapped around it.
"Yes," V rasped only that, already a bit drunk on Kerry's taste and what they were finally doing. To underline that fact, he kissed Kerry's breath away, letting those beautiful hands unpack him, but before they could really get into touching V, the fixer pressed Kerry back against the boulder and crouched down in front of him.
Of course, he dragged the leather further down on the tanned thighs, and the eager lips quickly found the bobbing erection to suck on. No teasing, just full-on sucking and a few dirty moans around the hard shaft for good measure.
"Fuck yeah!" His hands settled on V's head because there wasn't much else to grab and hold on to except for those thick dreads. Now, being exposed like this, he was so glad no scars remained from the accident, at his request. His body was his temple, he always got all scars removed, even the bullet hole from when they freed Johnny, even though that was a good scar. His label never allowed him to have scars and the accident? Yeah, not the kind of scars he wanted to remember. His flawless skin never told the story of what the singer had been through over nine decades.
Shaking his busy head's cobwebs away, he focused on what V was doing to him, fucking into the mouth when V's moans vibrated around the sensitive skin. "Shit, sorry, shoulda warned you. It's just too good." He also missed their time together. Sex between the three of them was amazing, but sometimes having a moment with V or Johnny was needed. He never asked if V and Johnny also did it together, fully accepting it could happen. They had that kind of freedom between them. "Fuck... that mouth of yours."
"So fuck it then..." V winked up at him as he let the hard cock out of his mouth for a second. Then his white grin disappeared as he dived right back in, his hand from the base sliding down to cup and fondle the smooth balls. He focused on relaxing his throat so he could take Kerry deeper.
Damn, he'd missed this too so much! The salty and musky taste filling his mouth along with that beautiful erection, and of course the hot sounds his lover was making in his pleasure.
Filthy moans spilled out when V took him in deeper, and this time he didn't stop his hips from moving. Seeing the way his thick shaft disappeared between those full lips, and how V took him in like that, it was always a turn on. His hold on the hair tightened so he could give a firm thrust. He knew if he was too rough, V would be quick to put an end to it. Besides, they both loved it.
"You look so good like this," Kerry praised breathlessly. Those green eyes nearly glowing in the near dark, the lights of the camp further away giving them enough of a faint shine to at least see some of what they were doing.
V only moaned and sucked harder as a response to that, his fingers stimulating the balls and occasionally that sensitive patch of skin behind them too. All the while said green eyes never looked away. They were drinking in the pleasure that reflected instead of the dark expression from before. Which was exactly his goal with this distraction.
He also loved the tight hold around his dreads, letting Kerry fuck his mouth while also guiding his head a bit too. Yeah, he could've finished it like this, let his input paint his throat or face, but he wanted more. So as he kept sucking and watching his singer, his free hand reached down between his own legs to stroke his own erection, which was surely harder than the boulder behind them.
Seeing the way V gave himself a handjob made Kerry slow down a little, recognizing that motion because it meant his mainline wanted more. And that could be anything. "What do you want, babe? Want me to make you swallow me down? Or do you want me inside you or you inside me?" Kerry didn't top often, especially not when it was the three of them. Especially because he was always hungry for having something inside of him. But that didn't mean he wasn't into switching it up. And he wanted V to have all he craved for within their sex life.
Sliding off the tasty treat he's been enjoying, V licked his shiny lips and cleared his throat as he kept looking up at Kerry and slowly jerking himself. "Wanna deep-throat you a couple of times, then wanna fuck you against the rock as I promised. You can do me another time soon. Maybe switching between you and Johnny," V dropped that bomb, because he too could be a tease and give Kerry something to look forward to. "But now c'mon, fuck my throat and stop before you're gonna spill. Gonna take over from there," he said and opened his mouth with the wet tip resting on his tongue.
"Fuck," Kerry agreed, the images flooding his overactive brain of him and Johnny doing V. Yeah, it made his erection twitch. Anything they did honestly made him hard thinking about it. V and Johnny had that effect on him and he loved it. They loved it too, because his two inputs were as insatiable as he was. "Keep talking like that 'n I'll spill alright."
Edging. He loved it and hated it. Never failing to really give him the edge to his arousal. So yeah, taking V's mouth until he was ready to explode, he totally could do that. The grasp tightening again, he pushed his length back in before V could say more. As if it was going to take much with V working him over like that. He did give it his all though, so V had to take him in all the way.
And that he did. V fought off his gag reflex and relaxed his throat to welcome all that was Kerry. Once it was all the way in, he kept his head there and swallowed around the shaft repeatedly. Ignoring the painful pull on his dreads, he came up for air for a few seconds with fully sliding off, then he went right back in, just to repeat what he was doing.
He repeated that a half a dozen times more, but when he felt (and heard) Kerry getting close, V finally abandoned the glistening member, just to drop down on his knees from his crouch and use his hands to turn the singer around. Coming face-to-face with that mouthwatering ass, he didn't waste any time to dive right between the cheeks with his mouth and tongue.
Leaning his hands against the cool stone surface, the singer could only take it. He couldn't even spread his legs more because his pants were in the way. So it left him a moaning mess, eager to welcome the wet tongue inside of him. And immediately wanted more, wanted to really feel something inside of him. V's big fingers or even better, V's big cock. His tiredness eased some of his impatience – it's why he didn't demand more at the first lick.
"Wish I had prepped myself so I was all slick 'n ready for ya. Woulda welcomed you home before you even started." Probably would have dived on V back where this started, guards be damned. "Come on, handsome. Gimme a finger."
"Now there's my needy little cockslut..." V laughed low then sucked his fingers into his mouth to wet them. It took only a few seconds to lead two of them to the spit-slick entrance and start working them in, knowing that Kerry'd love that slight burn. His other hand got busy with unzipping the boots and dragging the pants low enough that in the next phase he'd only have to help Kerry out of them, granting him full access and mobility.
But for now, he focused on working his fingers deeper while kissing and biting the firm ass, occasionally spitting some more onto the hole to make the slide easier.
"Like that, baby? Need more?" he asked as his third finger began sliding in too. "Want even bigger than this, huh?"
Kerry’s body gave a full shiver at the words and the third finger, a needy moan following. A shaky exhale puffed out through his swollen lips, his arousal flaring through him. "You better be talkin' ‘bout your big cock 'n not a fourth finger." He wanted more, of course he wanted more. He always wanted more.
He pushed out, so the fingers could push deeper inside which made him utter a few soft curses. Loving those fingers inside him, playing with him, yet always too impatient to let V really take his time.
"Yeah, no worries, it's gonna be my dick," he huffed out a laugh as he kept working Kerry with his fingers. As always, it didn't take long for that fine ass to open up nicely. By then V knew well when Kerry was ready for him, and boy, was he trembling for it! V loved that he could do this to the (in)famous Kerry Eurodyne himself. Make him moan and shake for it.
Gently pulling his fingers out, he did help him out of the boots and pants, then stood just to turn Kerry to face him again. "Up you go," he grinned as he reached under the bare ass and lifted the singer so he could wrap his limbs around him. Once he was clinging to him like a spider monkey, V reached down to help his tip find the moist opening and pushed in as he began lowering his sweet burden on his thick meat.
Being near naked or fully naked while his input was fully clothed while doing it was becoming a kink of Kerry. He loved the feeling of all of his skin rubbing against the clothes as he was being taken. It also made it easier to clutch at his input now that he had no other hold. His ankles hooked together behind V's muscular back, resting his heels on the small of it for extra support. That way he could meet the upward thrusts of V once he started.
It made him all warm and fuzzy inside, feeling how the fixer was able to hold them both up with his strength. Reminding Kerry how easily he could be manhandled by him if they both felt like it. Mmmm, they should roleplay something like that some time.
"Oh yeah, so full like this." It felt like V was bigger in this position, the thick erection sliding into the deepest depths of him.
"Yeah, baby. Know you like that a lot," V panted against the moist lips as he kept thrusting with his hips. Not much time given to the tight body to adjust, but enough to give them both an intense experience. So V kept chasing that feeling for both of them with his hard and faster thrusts.
Kerry could really hold on tight, meet the thrusts and moan and curse. It gave him the freedom to really focus on getting fucked thoroughly while V was chasing the orgasms for the both of them. All that working out? It was really paying off now, especially with the chrome back on. In moments like these their age difference melted away, V being the solid big strong input Kerry could rely on. A feeling Kerry adored, to know there were arms that could hold him and support him if he needed it.
"Come on, kid, let me feel the stone in my back tomorrow, fuck me into oblivion, make me scream." How he wanted to scream V's name so everyone awake and near would know what they were doing!
"Yeah..." That was all V grunted and tightened his hold on Kerry. It was arguably easier to hold him up and in place now that he was back to full strength with his implants. By then he also had his monowire reinstalled by Vik. After a long while V felt comfortable in his body again. After all, he got back another piece of his old life before his coma. For the longest time he wished he could go back to his merc days, but by then he had worked too much on his fixer biz, and also his priorities had shifted. To Kerry and Johnny. And of course, staying alive in their new circumstances.
But right now? He was simply enjoying being whole again and fucking his beautiful input the way he was instructed, the moans, groans and slapping of skin loud around them in the otherwise quiet desert.
A small grin crossed Kerry's face at the way V was being short with words, because that meant he was enjoying himself as much. To be fair, the singer wasn't able to form many words himself. He focused on holding onto his input tightly, feeling the rock biting into his still clothed back. That was the promise of pain he loved to feel. "Fuck yeah, V!" The harder he was taken, the more he felt how V went in deeper than deep each time he fully bottomed out.
"Like that? That's what you need, baby?" he asked already half out of his mind, because the intense way he was taking and pressing Kerry against the unforgiving surface was getting to him too. He was nearly painfully hard and too damn close from it, because he just wanted to make sure he gave everything he could to his love. Especially after hurting him so much recently.
"Y-yeah!" Kerry stuttered, unable to give full sentences at the moment with how deep and hard V was taking him. He didn't even need to be touched, he was getting there only by his ass being railed, loving the quick and hard way they were going at it. Knowing that V was close with the way V's pupils have blown wide and how breathless he was, Kerry teasingly raked his nails over the broad back to encourage him. “V! C'mon!" he called out loud.
V groaned and shivered from the scratching of his broad back even through his shirt. He always loved it when Kerry did that to him in his pleasure. Never minded if he broke skin too. This time that didn't happen because of his T-shirt, but he did make his hold on the narrow hips bruising to pull Kerry onto his hammering dick harder and faster, his own moans and panting getting louder too.
"Gonna fill up your perfect and hungry ass in seconds, baby... C'mon, milk me as you come for me!" he panted into the singer's face as he fully pressed him against the rough surface, hips moving relentlessly like a machine as fat sweat drops were glistening and sliding down on the dark skin under the starry sky.
Both their backs were surviving the nails and stone thanks to the shirts they were wearing, but Kerry was hoping for some bruises to match the ones on his hips that were going to form. The bruising was always a good reminder of good times and ones he cherished along with the light pain they offered. Light pain like what V was giving him now.
Kerry couldn't do much to stop it, his body was gearing towards his orgasm no matter what, especially with V commanding him to give into it. He only lasted a few more thrusts before he felt it washing over him. The heat burning from his loins and making his body shake while his cock spurted between them to coat their stomachs with his spent. It made him call out V's name loudly in ecstasy, so the guards nearby knew exactly what they were up to.
The answering hoarse moans were nearly as loud as V fell out of his rhythm from the tight pulsing around him, making sure to give Kerry what he wanted with a few more rough and deep thrusts. Then he groaned loud and triumphant again, eyes rolling shut from the intense pleasure rushing through his tense body, making sure to give every last drop to his love. Until he was both panting for air and blindly kissing Kerry wherever he could.
"Fuck," came the awed whisper from Kerry who was completely wiped out and pleasantly buzzing from the amazing sex they just had. If Kerry wasn't able to sleep, then at least V would be able to with how hard he had worked! "You're so fuckin’ amazing, kid." Returning the frantic kisses with a soft chuckle, he gave a slow pat on the back. He couldn't go anywhere yet with V plugged inside of him, a feeling he loved so much.
"Right back at ya, grandpa," V grumbled into the sweaty neck then quickly sucked up a smaller hickey there, just to mark Kerry even more as his. "Hope your old back is good," he teased with a shit-eating grin as he pulled back enough to do so. The slap on his back was expected and not minded at all.
"I'll show you grandpa, asshole." A heavy eyeroll followed but it was all taken in good spirits because well, it was so true and he called himself a relic all the time. Also it was what kept him up these nights too, not having the eddies to continue his treatments to keep him young-looking. And what V and Johnny would do with an input who was going to age and look it. No, he didn't want to think about that, not right now. So he pushed those thoughts away, focusing on his very smug input.
He clenched around the softening cock in him, to remind him to not tease the guy you're fucking while you're fucking him. "Let's move kid, you need your beauty sleep."
"Alright, alright, gotcha!" V laughed, but before he'd otherwise move to do so, he leaned in to capture the tempting lips in a passionate and love-filled kiss, putting all of him in it. To show that he was there, and maybe also that all was going to be okay.
He slipped out only after that, then helped Kerry get down, somewhat cleaned them up and dressed. After zipping up his own pants, he realized that his T-shirt was a last cause, because the damp spots stayed even after wiping off the mess Kerry had made there. But V didn't mind, just took the smaller hand in his as they started walking back like that.
And if they had any doubts about being heard, those were put to rest by the few catcalls they've got from the guards. They only made V's grin go wider.
Kerry laughed at the catcalls, of course not minding it at all. It was he who made sure everyone knew V was the one who topped him when a culture-vulture kept asking about his sex life without taking the hint. So Kerry went into detail leading to the man quickly stopping the interview to quiet the singer. Of course he didn't care who knew, even proudly boasted about it. "Keep it up 'n they're gonna call you Rockerboy Tamer." A playful nudge was offered as they walked back to the tent.
Johnny hasn't even noticed they were gone, he was still deep asleep. Kerry was so envious of him for being able to do that. Undressing, he cleaned up a little, put on his underwear 'n some pants to get in bed with his inputs. As predicted, V was quick to fall asleep, curled around Kerry to offer protection even in sleep. And though Kerry didn't join them in sleep, the night didn't feel as bleak anymore. He listened to the sleep sounds, got comfortable in the big arms and spent the rest of the hours petting Nibbles.
The darkness was chased away. For now.