Room With a View


Night City gets under your skin.

It's true for everyone. The only difference is how people deal with it. Goro hides it better than most. His almost endearing moments of frustration with Night City's cleanliness and the quality of the food are only the tip of the iceberg.

V deals with it by telling himself that he's making the city a better place in some small way. Sometimes, he can even believe himself. Today has been one of these days, at least until Goro marches into the apartment and right past V to the bedroom, the only place with any kind of privacy in the glorified broom closet they share. His face is a stormcloudy warning not to speak to him, and it hasn't cleared up much by the time he marches out of the bedroom again to study the contents of the fridge.

Picking up the baoding balls that are sitting in their case on the table, V started to twirl them around each other. The chimes ring out in the quiet apartment, a soothing low tone. Goro's grip on the fridge door tightens and he shoots V a look over his shoulder.

So it will be that kind of day.

The fridge door thumps shut, none of the contents having been deemed edible. Goro stalks across the room to stare out of the window instead. He stands up very straight, even for a man with a perpetual stick up his ass, and he very pointedly does not look at V. But V can see the way his fingers twitch with every ringing of the chimes.

"Goro, you need to relax. You've been up the whole night. The world won't end just because you sit down for a moment." Making no attempt to get up, V only sprawls to take up more space on the couch. It is one of the high points of their apartment, with a good view of the window and the city beyond. Right now, it has a good view of Goro who's scowling at his own reflection.

"Do not tell me what to do." His voice is flat. Goro is hard to read when it suits him, and it does now. Whatever has happened, he clearly has no intention of talking about it.

"Excuse me for trying to make sure you don't run yourself ragged. Won't happen again." That earns V another glare, and he spins the balls faster, the chimes growing louder. Goro finally gives up on lighting the trash across the street on fire with the intensity of his stare and turns to give V his full attention.

"Will you stop that noise." It is not a request.

"What, because you are telling me to?" V pretends to consider it. "Nah."

V's nose is stopped an inch from the window by Goro's fist in his hair, one arm twisted on his back. The baoding balls roll across the floor, the chimes petering out. Pushing back, V tests Goro's grip. He's not going anywhere.

"You will show me respect." Also not a request. Goro speaks in a low voice, sounding pleased. But there's steel underneath, just like there's steel in the grip that now shifts to the back of V's neck.

It sends a rush right through V, a thrill that tingles under his skin and pools warm in his gut and between his legs. But he's not willing to roll over just yet. That would be too easy.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" Bracing his free hand against the glass, V bucks against Goro's weight. He can't help but hope that the window is more sturdy than it looks. And he notices for the first time just how many buildings have a pretty good view of the apartment.

"It really is a shame. I see why no one ever bothered to train you. So much effort. Lucky for you, I'm more patient than others." Goro lets go of V's neck, grabbing his hand quick as a striking snake and twisting his arm on his back, squeezing both wrists together. It leaves V with his cheek and chest pressed to the window, his back arched. With two kicks, Goro makes him spread his legs.

Biting his lip, V tries to stay quiet when Goro's hand wanders across his body. It cups his cheek and caresses the side of his neck, smoothing down his shirt before pulling it out of his pants, the hand slipping underneath. Goro rakes his fingernails hard across V's chest and belly, the burn making V hiss. He goes up on his toes when Goro grabs his crotch and forces himself to relax at a warning squeeze.

"Now. I'm going to let go of your hands. You will pull down your pants, take off your shirt and then brace yourself on the window. You will not touch yourself." The heel of Goro's hand grinds itself against V's crotch.

Fighting the zipper of his pants with shaking hands, V pushes them over his hips and down to his knees. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, pressing his palms to the glass. On display for everyone who cares to look, the sun shining warm through the window on his naked body, the tattoos mapping out his life for anyone to read.

"Look at yourself." Goro reaches around him, fingers pressing down to both sides of V's clit. It's swelling up, and Goro brushes his thumb across it, ever so slightly. "Do you want more?"

"No." V swallows at another light touch, shivering hard. "No, please. Please, Goro, I didn't mean to—"

"Oh but you did." There's a smile in Goro's voice, and V can picture it. It's the one that never actually reaches Goro's eyes, but it means he's enjoying himself anyway. "Behave, and I might not punish you too hard."

"Please, not here." Squirming away from Goro's touch, V doesn't dare to take his hands off the glass. "I don't—"

Goro's finger slips into him from behind, slicing through V's words and scattering them into a moan. He grabs the back of V's neck again, holding him in place. There's the threat or real strength in his grip, just on the cusp of pain.

"Are you telling me what to do?" Adding a second finger, Goro fucks V at a leisurely pace, crowding into him. It tightens V's skin, knowing that Goro will savour every little noise and every little flinch.

"No, I just—" V gets shut up by Goro's fingers in his mouth, tasting himself. He sucks until the fingers are clean, watching drones fly by and people walk by their windows in the apartments across the street. Goro presses his cock between V's legs, muffling a moan against V's shoulder. He slides in, and V cries out, arching his back.

Whatever has Goro so pissed, he takes it out on V now, grabbing him by the hips hard enough to leave bruises and shoving him up against the window. It leaves V with no choice but to stand there and take it, Goro's thrusts forcing him to grind against the glass.

V is panting and moaning, his thighs shaking. He tries to fuck back into Goro, but he's held in place as if in a vice, right where Goro wants him. Across the street, someone draws their blinds up and right down again. Hot shame runs through V, and curls around his arousal, stoking the flames.

Goro moves him with ease, impatiently pulling V's hips away from the glass so he stands with his back bowed, presenting his ass to Goro and his face to the street. Any thought of who might be watching vanishes right out of V's mind when Goro reaches around to tease at his clit. Held with one hand to the back of his neck again, his arms braced against the window for balance, V looks down to watch himself. He catches only a glimpse of Goro's fingers moving before a hand fists his hair, forcing his head back up.

"No." Barking the word out between gasps for air, Goro picks up the pace. He strokes V relentlessly, pushing him fast towards his peak while chasing his own just as frantically.

Curtains twitch in a window and V is sure he meets the gaze of the person peeking out, just as his whole body seizes up in the grip of his orgasm, pleasure punching the air out of his lungs in a shout. Goro doesn't stop, demanding V's obedience, and V struggles to give it. Every touch is too much. He can't catch his breath, and what little air he gets, Goro fucks right out of him.

Stumbling forward when Goro shoves him, V is once more pressed against the glass with his whole body for everyone to see. Goro buries himself one last time, growling with his teeth digging into V's shoulder.

When Goro finally releases him, V turns around just in time to see him flop down on the couch with much less than his usual grace. V holds on to the window for a moment to make sure his legs are working before making his way over there, grabbing some tissues to clean up. He doesn't bother dressing again, only wraps himself in a blanket.

It takes them a while to catch their breath. Goro is sprawled out, taking up more than his share of the couch. A big cat after a satisfying meal, temporarily too content to do more than blink lazily.

"So." V leans back in his corner of the couch, resisting the temptation to reach out and touch the loose strands of hair that have escaped Goro's topknot. He might lose his hand, even now. "Do you want to tell me what happened, or do you want to fuck me about it some more?"


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