Cyberpunk

In the neon-drenched city of Neo-Vesper, nothing was truly private.

Elias worked as a low-level netrunner — hacking, data theft, corporate espionage. He was good at his job, but he had one weakness:

Marcus.

Marcus was an enforcer for one of the biggest corporations in the city. Augmented. Dangerous. Beautiful in a sharp, lethal way. They had been fucking for months in secret — stolen moments in dark alleys, abandoned buildings, and once in the back of a speeding hovercar.

Tonight, they were in an old, abandoned server farm on the edge of the city. The only light came from flickering neon signs outside and the faint glow of Marcus’s cybernetic eyes.

Marcus had Elias bent over an old console, pants around his ankles, while he fucked him with deep, powerful strokes.

“Fuck— Marcus—” Elias gasped, gripping the edge of the console.

Marcus’s metal hand was wrapped around Elias’s throat, not choking, but holding him in place. His organic hand gripped Elias’s hip hard enough to bruise.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Marcus growled, voice rough with static from his vocal augmentations. “Three weeks. I don’t like being ignored.”

He fucked Elias harder, the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the empty room.

“I was— busy—” Elias moaned.

Marcus leaned down, his chest pressed against Elias’s back.

“Busy getting fucked by someone else?” he asked, voice dangerously low.

Elias didn’t answer.

Marcus pulled out suddenly and spun Elias around. He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him onto the console, spreading his legs wide. He shoved back inside even deeper in this position.

“Look at me,” Marcus ordered.

Elias met his glowing eyes.

Marcus fucked him with rough, possessive thrusts, one hand still around his throat while the other stroked his cock.

“You’re mine,” Marcus growled. “No one else touches you. No one else fucks this hole. Understand?”

Elias could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak.

Marcus’s pace grew faster, more desperate. His cybernetic hand tightened slightly around Elias’s throat — not enough to cut off air, but enough to make his head spin.

When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling between them. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick, hot cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Marcus eventually pulled out and helped Elias down from the console. He pulled him into a rough kiss, then rested his forehead against Elias’s.

“Next time you disappear for three weeks,” Marcus said quietly, “I’m going to hunt you down and fuck you in the middle of the street. I don’t care who’s watching.”

Elias shivered — but not from fear.

He leaned up and kissed Marcus again.

“…Okay.”

Marcus smiled against his lips, sharp and satisfied.

“Good.”