Rogue buries her fist in V's gut before she even fully registers the motion. He lets it happen, she's pretty sure, doubling over her arm and grunting from the impact as she knocks the air from his lungs. Which is just… fucking ridiculous. It goes to show that he's not nearly as chromed up as he probably should be, to have accomplished all of the things he's accomplished. And that further lends credence to the ridiculous fucking story he's told her.
"That was for fucking with me, you fucking bastard."
As V slowly straightens up, he looks her in the eye and nods solemnly.
"Fair."
Rogue punches him again, this time across the jaw. Again, he lets it happen, his head turning. She doesn't punch him as hard as she could have. If she did, she would have definitely broken his jaw. When he looks to her again, Rogue stiffens up, seeing it in his eyes that he knows she's pulling her hits.
With a snarled huff, she points to the bed.
"Strip and get on the bed."
V raises an eyebrow at that, causing Rogue to gnash her teeth as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"You want to prove to me that you're not just the second coming of Johnny Silverhand? Then fine, we'll see if you can fuck any better than that lousy, selfish sack of shit."
That gets a snort of amusement from the young man, who shrugs and proceeds to do as he's told. He strips down right then and there and Rogue tries not to stare too much as he does so, before realizing that of course she should stare. She's about to fuck the bastard, after all.
Of course, out of the corner of her eye, she catches Alt moving as well, reaching for the zipper of her Netrunner's suit. Whipping around, Rogue snarls.
"Not you. You sit over there and watch."
She points imperiously to a nearby chair, prompting Alt to look over at it. After a moment, the… AI if everything is to be believed, just shrugs and does as she's told. Though Rogue gets the impression that Alt is merely humoring her more than anything. She doesn't really have a submissive bone in her body.
Rogue should know, being a switch. She doesn't mind submitting to the right kind of lover, just as she doesn't mind dominating when the situation calls for it. In this case… well, she wants her pound of fucking flesh.
As soon as V is naked and laid out on the bed, stroking his organic cock to full mast, Rogue whips off the robe she'd slapped on back when she'd first come to her senses and climbs up. First onto the bed, and then onto V. With a snarl, she grabs V by the shoulders and pushes him further into the bed, even as she straddles his crotch.
Then, she reaches down and pulls his dick up to her cunt, which is still wet from him eating her out… from the two of them playing with her. Rogue's eyes narrow even as she slowly begins to sink down onto V's cock, letting out a shuddering breath in the process.
"… What the fuck was that cutesy shit before? Being all tender and loving with me like that. What were you thinking?"
V looks amused more than admonished by Rogue's derisive tone, his eyes flicking over to Alt.
"That was Alt's idea. She seemed to think it would lower your defenses and make you putty in our hands."
Rogue slowly turns towards Alt, even as she gyrates her hips atop V's cock, getting a feel for how his throbbing member feels inside of her flexing cunt.
"… You really never knew me at all, did you?"
Alt pouts at that, having pulled down the zipper of her suit at this point anyways irrespective of Rogue's orders. The AI is currently touching herself as she watches Rogue get situated on V's cock.
"I knew that you and Johnny didn't work out, and I knew what kind of lover Johnny was. So I figured the opposite might work."
Wow. How could something that was supposed to be dangerous and terrifying be so… stupid? Rogue wanted to say it was because Alt didn't understand humans or something, being an AI and what not… but to be fair, she's right on the money when it comes to Johnny. It's just that… she doesn't seem to have understood Rogue and Johnny's relationship. Not even a little bit, not even as a human.
As she begins to ride V, bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster, Rogue snorts derisively and shakes her head.
"Except I kept going back to Johnny, the young dumbass that I was. It wasn't Johnny's technique that was the problem. It was his shitty fucking personality and the fact that he was so selfish, whether it was in bed or anything else."
Turning her gaze from Alt to the man beneath her, Rogue's eyes flash as she glares down at V.
"Let's see what sort of man you are, V."
Far from being worried or concerned by this challenge… V actually grins a cocky grin that has traces of Johnny in it. His hands go to her hips and he nods in easy agreement.
"Let's find out."
And then he starts to actively participate and Rogue swiftly discovers that even with everything… she's really not in control here. He's certainly a lot like Johnny in that regard, taking charge and not bothering with making sure she's okay with it. But to be fair, he HAD at least waited for her to give him a certain sort of go ahead, she supposed.
Regardless, in moments Rogue is being bounced up and down on V's cock even faster than she could have done herself. His fingers dig into her sides and his hips thrust up into her with a distinctly satisfying amount of force. This is, at the end of the day, the truth of Rogue Amendiares. She likes it rough. She likes it hard. She likes to be FUCKED. She doesn't care for tender bullcrap, she doesn't need someone to 'make love' to her. She doesn't need any of that fucking shit.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh soon fill the room, along with Rogue's shuddering moans. V's hands are soon moving all over her body, playing with her tits for good measure while his cock drives up into her from below with all his might.
Meanwhile, off to the side, Alt is moaning up a storm too. She's placed multiple digits inside of her cunt and is continuing to fondle one of her tits with her other hand. Judging by how loud she's being, she's upped the sensitivity of her Gemini to maximum, even as she does her best to match their pace with her fingers.
Rogue… Rogue reaches out and grabs V by the shoulders, lowering herself forward so that her breasts are in his face as she clings to him for dear life. Showing a surprising amount of adaptability, V immediately moves both of his hands around to her ass, grabbing hold of her buttocks and giving it a nice, solid squeeze as he lifts and then slams, lifts and then slams, over and over and over again.
All the while, his mouth falls upon her tits, suckling at one nipple and then biting at the other. He leans up and goes to town on her breasts, taking them both into his mouth without fail. Rogue shudders in response, harsh moans and wanton cries leaving her lips until she can hold back no more and experiences an explosive orgasm all over his cock.
But that's far from the last explosive orgasm she experiences, her entire body quivering as V brings her to climax after climax. She really isn't in control here, because she swiftly loses track of time, letting herself get caught up in the pleasure and the effect it has on her body and mind.
Until finally, after who knows how many times he's made her cum, V finally tips over the edge himself, spilling his seed inside of her down below. Rogue isn't that worried about him cumming inside. There's no chance of him getting her pregnant, after all. Old injuries and what not.
But… she is a little worried about appearing weak. She doesn't let herself collapse forward onto V's chest, and she forcibly quells the aftershocks that try to race through her body. Getting her breathing under control is the work of moments as well, allowing Rogue to slowly sit up with V's cock still nestled in her cunt as she looks down at him and he in turn looks up at her. Finally, she scoffs.
"Seven out of ten."
Far from put out, V looks more amused than anything by the barely passing grade. His hands roam up and down her body and Rogue suppresses the urge to shiver at his rough, exploratory touch.
"That's a shame. Anything I can do to improve that score? And do I get a makeup exam if I'm very, very good?"
Rogue gives him a gimlet eye at that, before sniffing haughtily.
"There might be a chance to impress me again later, I suppose. But your biggest demerit and the reason you scored so low really has to do with the company."
With that, Rogue turns her eyes to Alt… who squawks indignantly in response. Rogue just smirks at the reaction as she looks back down at V.
"You probably would have been a nine out of ten if it wasn't for that bitch loudly moaning in the background the entire time."
"H-Hey!"
Who knew riling up an AI would be so fun? Rogue understood, of course, that she should probably be more careful… but fuck it. They'd fucked with her enough as is. And Alt in particular would never not get on her nerves…
"Sorry to hear that. Alt and I are… a bit of a matched set at this point."
Rogue hums, surprisingly not as disappointed by V's response as she thought she would be. Sure, she didn't care for Alt one bit… but she couldn't deny that having one of the best Netrunners from before the DataKrash on your side would be a huge boon. Especially an AI of that Netrunner.
Personal feelings for Alt aside… she's pleased that V is standing by his partner.
"Hmph. Eight out of ten then. For loyalty."
V laughs at that, even as Rogue finally climbs off of him, his softening prick slipping free of her well fucked cunt.
"Heh, still lower than if I left her at home, huh?"
Rogue just shrugs while she puts on her robe again before and going to get herself a drink. After everything today, she needs one.
Still, one thing is certain… V isn't just Johnny 2.0 like she'd originally feared. He's so much more than Johnny. Not just a better lover, but also a far more competent operator. If he has Johnny's musical talents, then he'd be better than the other man in every fucking way… but honestly, even without them he's better for her purposes.
"… Alright. I fucking believe your bullshit story about time travel. So what now?"
She expects the response to be utter bullshit of course, but even that expectation isn't enough to prepare her for what comes out of V's mouth.
"In a few weeks from now, Space Force One will be traveling over the coast. President Rosalind Myers will be onboard when Dogtown's very own Kurt Hansen will give the order to shoot it down so that it crashes in Dogtown. His intentions are to assassinate President Myers and destabilize the NUSA to the point that some sort of war would be inevitable."
Well… fuck her. Rogue's jaw works for a few moments as she mulls over V's words. But honestly? She could see it. Fortunately, her interactions with the ruler of Dogtown had been minimal at best, but Hansen was a man with a reputation. This kind of shit was right up his alley.
"And what… you want me to reach out to NUSA on your behalf to warn them or something?"
V just shakes his head.
"No. I want the plane crash to happen. I'm going to save President Myers personally."
… Of course he was. Rogue lets out a huff of laughter.
"You still have a lot of Johnny left in you, don't you?"
Far from being upset by that, V just shrugs nonchalantly.
"By the time Alt got Johnny out of my head in the future that never was, the conversion process was well past fifty percent. I like to think I got the best parts of him though. Still, there are reasons that we need to let Space Force One crash in Dogtown. Reasons beyond just saving Myers and being the big damn hero. Reasons such as giving me the opportunity to kill Hansen myself so he doesn't try anything else like this going forward."
… Fair. If the bastard was willing to go as far as trying to kill the President of NUSA, then it was just as likely that he might also eventually try to take over more of Night City as well. And the Queen of the Afterlife didn't like the sound of that. She didn't like it one bit.
"So you want my help getting into Dogtown then?"
V hums and nods.
"… Among other things, yes."
Of course. Rogue just huffs, thinking it over for a moment before finally nodding.
"Alright. Tell me what you need. But you're not getting anything for free. Remember V… you still work for me."
Grinning, V chuckles.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Rogue."
This was the man who another version of her had apparently chosen to be her successor. Fuck, Rogue wished she could say she didn't see why any version of her would do that… but with each passing moment, she unfortunately did.
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