The sun shone brightly, the warm heat kissing his skin; the temperature not too hot, perfect for a moment like this.
The water felt nice as it ran up to his feet, sand washing away as the small wave reverted back, only to repeat the process again.
A nice breeze gently brushed his hair, the beachy aroma clean and refreshing.
Katsuo sat down on the wet sand, shivering slightly as the water soaked up to his legs. He closed his eyes, basking in the moment.
When he opened them, a pang of melancholy struck him.
Looking out into the ocean's horizon, he pondered, transfixed, wondering what it would be like.
A shame, really. What once was will never come to be…
———
Katsuo nuzzled against the buzzed head, slowly waking up. He pressed his body tighter against the form, giggling as he brushed against the back of their neck. His eyes slowly opened.
Oh… He was greeted by a sight of short raven hair, the figure still sleeping. Unsurprised, he checked his internal chrono. It was still too early, but he didn't want to stay here any longer.
Laying on his back, he rubbed his eyes, quietly yawning in the process. Yeah, this room seemed too familiar alright, and he frowned, cursing himself mentally. In his internal interface, he scrolled on the many applications until he came across the Delamain Cab service and requested a ride.
Slowly getting up, being careful not to wake his sleeping partner, he collected his clothes that were strewn on the floor, mixed, indicating they were careless and just going with the flow of their hormones.
Katsuo grimaced at the many wrinkles etched on his elegant pants and evening shirt.
Never again, he thought, but it was futile.
Everytime he came across her, he always found himself waking up next to her. At first, it was alright. The feeling felt nice. They both knew this was an occasional hookup and not a serious thing. It was just for fun. But now it just felt… off. Something was missing. It's the first time Katsuo had felt averted waking up next to her. And it wasn't her, no. He couldn't blame her for something she didn't do.
As he silently dressed himself seated on the bed, he felt her stir behind him. Two soft hands made way to his bare chest, breasts making contact with his back as she embraced him from behind, enticing him. Hmm…
She asked him a question in her first language, the words at first glance foreign to him before his translation implant deciphered them.
"You're not going to stay?" she asked sleepily, placing a kiss on his cheek and resting her head against his bare shoulder.
"Can't," he lied in Japanese, slipping on his socks.
"My parents won't be here this weekend," she cooed, placing soft kisses on his shoulder before trailing them to his neck.
Katsuo closed his eyes, remembering why he was even here in the first place. There was the invitation he received from one of his classmates via text, and he quickly agreed out of happenstance. He needed the distraction, something to forget about the gonk.
"Yeah, but mine are," he said at last, separating from her embrace to stand up, slipping into his wrinkled evening shirt and fixing his belt.
She tilted her head sideways, giving him a skeptical look. "I thought your mother was still in Japan."
"She is, for the time being. But my father can be a pain," he stated, combing a hand through his blue hair. "Right now, he doesn't know that I'm here, and I didn't notify my housekeeper either."
A notification pinged in his internal interface—the Delamain Cab was parked outside, waiting. He quickly slipped into his dress shoes, adding, "My ride's here."
"No AV this time?" she teased, standing up and embracing him.
Katsuo hugged her back, placing a soft peck on her lips. "Nah, my father would scold me if he found out."
"Want me to walk you out?" she asked, looking up at him.
"No need. I practically know my way around your place at this point," Katsuo said, starting towards her bedroom door.
"Au revoir," he heard her say as he left the room.
The Delamain AI greeted him when he entered the cab, and Katsuo slouched immediately, letting out a long sigh as he rubbed his face stressfully.
"Pleased to see you again, Katsuo. We will be arriving at your destination shortly."
Hmm…
Anxiety boiled in his gut, and he knew why; part of him was scared of the verdict, the other was in denial. He turned his gaze to the car window, trying to focus on the passing view of the busy streets that harbored Night City instead of him.
Katsuo recalled drinking at the party, but not too much—it was enough to get past the tipping point of tipsy. He conversed with a few friends, all of them talking about their recent cyberware upgrades and chipware. Some even chatted about Arasaka Academy drama. Overall, he was having a good time. Then he saw her, and she came up to him, sought him out. They made out in an isolated area of the home.
One thing led to another and the next thing he knew, they were in a Delamain Cab, making out furiously, hands exploring each other while the vehicle took them to her home.
He fucked her hard. The sex was always good with her. She was beautiful and smart, and although they didn't share the same class, they were in the same year. For a while, he thought they both might end up closing that fine line between being friends and something more before graduation. But now, with his mind having major doubts, that sparkle was beginning to fade—
"You have arrived at your destination. We look forward to servicing you again in the future, Katsuo," the taxi AI said happily, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Thanks Delamain," Katsuo said, stepping out of the vehicle. Right now, his head was pounding against his temple in an annoying way.
He was greeted by Shira upon entering his luxury apartment. She handed him a cold water bottle and an aspirin booster, which he took graciously. "Thank you, Shira. You know me too well," he said thankfully, drinking some of the cold water before inhaling the booster through his nose.
"It is my pleasure, Mr. Tanaka," she said politely. She must've known he would be coming home at an irregular hour and prepared ahead, he assumed. And he was grateful; she was almost like a second mother to him, having her working for his family since he was ten years old. Katsuo always treated her with kindness and respect, whereas his father always took her for granted, only seeing her as a house servant and nothing more. But to Katsuo, she was family.
Katsuo thanked her again before heading to his room, taking the water bottle with him. He slumped on his bed, planting his face against his pillow, eyes tired from waking up early.
He closed his eyes, body and mind desperately craving a few more hours of sleep before he officially started his day. His thoughts didn't keep him awake this time, and unlike before, he didn't try to fight them as they reawakened the past few memories of when he and David last interacted.
I kissed him, he thought tiredly. A warm feeling sprouted in his stomach at the recollection. This would be the second time their lips have made contact with each other, although David's move was considered a fluke. The gonk even said it himself:
"Had to shut you up somehow…"
Katsuo did it because… fuck, he couldn't even come up with an excuse to sway his intentions the other way. He kissed David because he… wanted to? Because it was in the heat of the moment and it felt right?
I liked it… Katsuo mentally told himself, even though there was a small fraction of denial fighting his feelings. He sighed into his pillow.
Am I seriously falling for that gonk…?
———
David sulked in his chair, half-paying attention to Doc's lecture about modifying human lungs.
"… hand me that mesh pad. This baby gon' be preem as fuck," Doc babbled, too engrossed in his work. David silently handed him the piece, watching quietly as the ripperdoc expertly decked out the organ.
"Ain't she a beauty? Choom's gonna have more stamina here than an Olympic athlete's lifetime. Can't wait to slot her in," Doc rattled on. "So whad'ya think, Davey? Ain't nothing more sweet than chroming meat."
David inspected the chromed flesh displayed on the medical table. It did look nice, no doubt the customer was going to be satisfied.
"S'nova Doc. Preem," David replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. It's not that he didn't like doing this kind of work; he was actually interested in the process of ripping and modding normal human organs to a more enhanced level. But right now, he had other stuff in his mind. Blue.
"The fuck is up with you, choom? You been actin' sad as a crippled Cupid these past few days," Doc protested, glaring at David. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Was it really that obvious? He was wearing a medical face mask. Guess it didn't conceal his expressive emotions that well…
"Just tired is all," David lied, placing the chromed organ into its protective pouch, sealing it closed.
"Nah Davey. I know that look. What, 'Saka 'Cademy girlfriend didn't work out? Got your heart stomped by some Corpo chick? Come on, spit it out."
Ugh… David thought as he removed his medical gloves, lowering his face mask.
"Something like that…" David responded in a dull tone, head bowing low. He still hadn't mentioned Katsuo to him, not wanting to start a drama episode. It's not like Doc could offer him relationship advice, anyway. Explaining everything would be awkward as hell, and Doc would probably end up telling him to forget about the rich blue-haired boy and move on to someone less expensive.
"Ay, ay, ay, Davey. T'was bound to happen. Too obvious, too. Was written all over your face. Your sad vibes could be felt from a mile away, choom," Doc said, eyeing him.
David gave him a stagnant look. "Yeah, yeah, Doc. Right now, I'm just tryna forget about him, but it ain't workin' out…"
Oh? Doc's eyebrows lifted, and he chuckled. "Ah, so it's a guy… Didn't think you were the kind to like dick. Corpo dick, that is."
"Jesus Christ, Doc!"
Doc gave out a laugh, getting up and placing the organ pouch in a fridge unit. "Ha-ha! Fucking hell, Davey! I ain't judgin', choom—Night City is full of kinky motherfuckers, 'specially those rich fucks. You're more normal than the rest of 'em."
"Are we done for today?" David asked, face fully red.
"Can't wait to go home and think about your boyfriend?" Doc teased.
David gave him an annoyed look, and he rolled his eyes saying, "I have homework." Which was a total lie, having finished it the day it was assigned.
"Heh-heh, 'homework'," Doc mocked. "Yeah choom, we're done. Next week though—human spine."
David shuddered, remembering how painful it was when his spine got cut out to be replaced by the Sandevistan. Even with the anesthesia Doc administered, it was still an agonizing procedure.
He removed his medical scrub cap and grabbed his yellow jacket. Oh right, he thought, remembering something he wanted to ask.
"Yo Doc, you got anymore orange tier XBD's?" David asked, trying to sound ordinary.
"Loads of 'em. What number?" Doc responded, typing away at his keyboard.
David braced himself, hoping Doc wouldn't notice under his bluff. "Number sixty-eight."
Doc stopped typing, turning over slowly to David, giving him an unimpressed look.
"It's for a client," David quickly added. Ok, maybe that gave it away.
"Davey…" Doc began, standing up and going over to one of his cabinets that stored the many illegal braindances, "…when someone says 'it's for a client' right after their sentence, we all know it's for them personally, not their client."
The ripperdoc tossed a small box containing the XBD over to David, who glanced at the item, noting the version and model number.
"How much?" David asked, clearly embarrassed.
"No charge, choom. Folks 'round here don't normally request those types of BD's. Go nuts, have fun."
"Nova! Thanks!" David said, giving a small smile. He turned towards the door.
"Ah, before you go—here," Doc said, tossing another small box at David, who quickly caught it before it touched the floor.
But this box was white with nothing displayed on it—no numbers or lettering. Just white.
"What's this?" David asked, curiously opening the box. Condoms. Jesus fucking Christ… "Seriously, Doc?!" He quickly headed for the door.
"Stay safe, Davey! See ya next week!" he heard Doc yell as he left the clinic.
In his apartment, David went over to his bed and placed down the two boxes, going over his shelves to retrieve his braindance wreath.
He couldn't contain his excitement, smiling as he opened up the XBD box. Taking out the chip from its protective wrapper, he slotted it into his wreath. A few days ago, he did extensive research on male-on-male BD's before coming across this one that wasn't crazy, just normal gay porn.
Placing the box of condoms onto one of his shelves, he removed his jacket and made himself comfortable on the bed, equipping the wreath. Heart pumping and body ecstatic, the wreath began to flicker its lights, and David's mind was brought into another's.
He was in a dimly lit room. The bed was quite large for a standard home or apartment, indicating he was probably in a luxury hotel, as the nightstands seemed elegant, just like the bed.
He felt two hands push him onto the bed. He sat down, looking up at the male figure who had his face blurred out. Ehh, no biggie.
The man seemed Corpo though, wearing a typical black and white corporate suit. Fitting. Just exactly what David was hoping for.
He said nothing as the man began to unbuckle his belt, quickly undoing the front of his slacks and bringing himself free. He wasn't fully erect—not for long. One of his hands reached out, and David could feel it as it rested behind his head, pulling him closer to his cock.
Lips immediately wrapped around his length, expertly taking the man in and out of his mouth. David remembered what that was like with Katsuo, struggling to fully swallow him down at first, being mindful about his teeth and trying hard not to reflexively move his jaw.
Once the man was brought to full hardness, he pushed him off, ordering him to undress. "Hands and knees."
David felt himself do as he was told, body feeling hot and aroused. Once he was fully nude, he assumed the position, feeling two hands playfully spread his ass. Then he felt something warm and wet flicker across his hole. Holy shit…
The man took a few seconds flicking his tongue across his hole, a hand tugging up and down David's hard cock eagerly. It wasn't long before two fingers made their way inside him, moving in and out at a steady pace.
David's breath caught in his throat, and he mewled at the feeling. Confusion ran through him; wasn't this supposed to hurt? The feeling wasn't painful or uncomfortable, just very foreign and weird.
The man stopped and positioned himself behind him. Wait, that was all the preparation he was going to get—?
The man entered him, not stopping until he was fully inside of him. David bit his lip, still surprised there wasn't any pain or discomfort from being penetrated. He felt full, cock hard and hot inside him. Oh god…
David made a noise as the man began to move—not roughly, but not gentle either. This felt weird, but so fucking hot at the same time. He tentatively reached for his own cock, rubbing himself in time with the man's thrusts.
A hand pushed on his neck until his face was planted down on the bed, ass fully up. At this angle, it was starting to feel good. Too good. Moans escaped from David's mouth as the man fucked into him.
Shit! It was starting to feel like too much, and he stopped jerking himself, letting the man use his body. He couldn't stop the moans coming out of him, fully hiding his face against the bed. His legs and thighs began to tremble, hips moving with the man's.
He could feel his orgasm starting to build up. The man was moving deliciously inside him, cock rubbing his sweet spot every time he rocked against him. A rough hand wrapped around his length, furiously pumping his wrist.
No! It was too much, being stimulated by both hand and cock. He came hard, letting out a high pitched whine as his body jerked, cum spilling on the bed.
His ass was still being used, but he didn't care as he reverted back into the real world, lights around him fluttering.
David breathed hard, sweat beading on his forehead, body feeling hot and sweaty. He blinked a few times, noticing he wasn't lying down anymore. No, his face was planted down on the bed, ass still up, just like in the braindance.
Collecting himself, he shifted onto his back, controlling his breathing as he fully came back from the braindance high.
That was fun, he thought. His expectations were greatly exceeded, never having experienced prostate stimulation before and ejaculating without the use of his hand, something he was always skeptical about, despite the many scientific studies and evidence he's read.
Speaking of ejaculation… He quickly checked his pants, lifting his briefs. Yep, he was soaked alright, cock still hard. Fuck! Is that why Doc gave him the condoms in the first place? It made sense, and he should've taken the undisputed advice. He could already hear the ripperdoc calling him an amateur noob from lack of patience and experience.
Tiredly getting up from his bed, he removed his ruined clothes and made way to the wall mounted washing machine. Once he placed them in, he sat down in front of the machine, nude from the waist down as he watched the washer do its spin cycle. He could vaguely see his reflection on the glass, and a small thought came to mind.
But he stopped, remembering he didn't have any sort of lubricant. Shit… He scrambled to his feet and looked around his small bathroom. He eventually came across his small bottle of body lotion. It'll have to do for now.
Sitting back down in front of the washing machine, he spread his legs and applied a decent amount of cream on his index finger.
Here goes nothing, he thought as he began to lower his finger further south.