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mrssimply · 1 year

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1st: Diner

The Fic Advent Calendar is launched!

I decided to do a fic advent calendar this year, and idea that was given to me by Bones a.k.a Riots from the Totentanz Discord Server.

You can find the prompt liste here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

This one is for @m-lter and the prompt was "Johnny/Male!V/Kerry for prompt “Two of the people in the relationship have accidentally done something hurtful to the remaining person. How do they apologize or make up for it?” It can contain NSFW or not, I don’t mind. It can take whatever tone you prefer, angsty hurt or wholesome hurt. S’il vous plait"

That morning when he wakes up, Johnny is surprised to find himself in his bed. It takes him a minute to gather his thoughts, and he regrets the exercise right away as it seems to awaken his hangover. Wincing as a spike of pain flashes through his skull, Johnny turns on his back and brings his hands to his face. The nausea hits next, and he swallows it with a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he curses. How did he get home?

Home is Kerry’s mansion in North Oak, he lives there since V’s stubbornness and Kerry’s money pulled him from beyond the black wall into a new body. It’s been about a year, and it’s been a great year in Johnny’s opinion, despite the chaos of the world and Night-City in particular.

Movement in the bed next to him makes him open his eyes to discover Kerry is asleep beside him, makeup smeared around his closed eyes and hair a mess. Johnny smirks and reach out to poke his nose gently. Kerry frowns, but doesn’t wake up.

Looking beyond him, Johnny finds the bed empty: V is already gone, which is not unusual, but it still nags at the rockerboy.

He slowly gets up and pads down to the bathroom to piss and take a shower, which allows him to feel a tad more human. The next stop is coffee, but he gets derailed in his quest by the huge dinner table further to the left. The table is set for three, with the nice cutlery: gold-rimmed porcelain plates and matching glasses, there is a bucket with an unopened bottle of champagne waiting, and a big plate of what seems to be lasagna. Instinctually, Johnny knows they’re home-cooked, done from scratch and he’s also pretty sure V made them. Now that he has money and a real kitchen (a new addition to the mansion), he spends a lot of time cooking for his two inputs. It wasn’t great at first, but he’s been steadily improving.

Still, the champagne is out of the ordinary: this speaks of another intent.

Coming closer, Johnny can see that the lasagna plate is untouched, except for a suspicious bite that’s probably Nibbles, since the plate stayed out there in the open the whole night. As Johnny wonders about it, tendrils of memory from last night come back to him.

Kerry and he had been celebrating the end of recording for their new album, with a new independent label Johnny chose. They’ve been at it for over three months, and it has sort of consumed them. Thinking about it further, Johnny can’t recall the last time they all had dinner together. Breakfast yes, but dinner, or an evening just the three of them…

Johnny frowns as he recalls getting totally smashed with Kerry last night, the alcohol and the drugs kicking harder and faster due to the tiredness and excitement they’d both been feeling. Around five, Dino had kicked them out of the Electric Orgasm with a last laugh, and said he’d called V to get them. Johnny gets a vague memory of Kerry and he riding at the back of the Calibrun, giggling and singing and trying to entice V to join them in their shenanigans, without success.

Eying the dinner table one last time, Johnny turns around and goes in search of his phone, locating it under a pile of clothes from last night. It’s dead, but a few minutes of charge brings it to new life. Sitting on the bed, Johnny checks the convo he has with Kerry and V and sure enough, there is another clue.

V’s apparently sent them four messages asking when they were coming home, reminding them about dinner. They replied to the first two, saying they would be there soon — but the time stamps next to these messages indicated an hour had gone between the two. The last messages went unanswered, and Johnny can tell they were already high and drunk at this point, probably doing shots with some of the techies from the label.

Biting his lower lips, knee bouncing in nervousness, Johnny scrolls back up and now that he’s paying attention to it, it clearly appears to him how their conversation has dwindled, how often V asked where they were and they barely replied, saying they were busy. There is one message two weeks ago asking them to block their schedules for last night, V telling them it will be something special with three winking smileys. Johnny looks at his own response: “sure, I’ll be there,” and Kerry’s, who added a little heart. Apparently, they both promptly forgot about it.

Feeling a strange sensation of dread, Johnny connects to the house system to scan for V. It shows Nibbles napping downstairs in a ray of sun, curled up on a couch, but not traces of V. Sighing loudly, Johnny turns on the bed to shake Kerry awake. After a groan, and an attempt to bury his face under his pillow, the second rockerboy accepts to open an eye to glare at Johnny.

“What?” he snaps and Johnny can’t help but smile mockingly.

“Someone didn’t get his beauty sleep,” he comments.

“Go fuck yourself,” Kerry mumbles, turning his head the other way.

Smile fading, Johnny pokes him again.

“I think we fucked up last night. V was waiting for us with a home cooked dinner. We totally forgot.”

No answer. Johnny is about to shake Kerry again when the man swears lowly.

He grabs his phone and checks the date before cursing again. Kerry rolls and sits, with a painful noise as the hangover makes itself known to him as well.

“Yesterday was the first,”

“Yeah,” Johnny says with a raised eyebrow, “What’s special about it.”

“First December, Johnny, that’s when we got you back. When, ya know…”

When Johnny woke up in a new body and the first thing he did was to kiss V senseless, and then Kerry as well to erase his wary expression. They’d both looked a bit shocked, which had made Johnny laugh and kiss them again. Later, they’d told him they hadn’t really expected him to be this… Forward, or open, with any of them, let alone both of them. V had laughed that he'd still hoped to lure him into their bed sooner or later. Johnny had replied that dying twice had sort of made him reconsider some things about missed opportunities, and wasting time.

It also means, Johnny slowly understands, that yesterday had been their one year anniversary, and V had wanted to do something special for the occasion. He’d cooked, chosen a bottle of champagne, and set the table for a romantic dinner that would certainly have made Johnny sneer and mock him, even though it would have secretly pleased him.

“Shit,” Johnny mutters.

The rockers look at each other with helpless expressions for a few seconds, before Johnny frowns.

“Why didn’t you say anything yesterday?”

“I don’t know Johnny, why didn’t you?” Kerry shots back, obviously annoyed at being held responsible.

“I didn’t know it was that special, you obviously knew.”

Kerry gives him a deadpan look.

“You didn’t think the anniversary of you coming back for good was that special to V?”

“I didn't realize it had been a year already,” Johnny replies, refusing to feel guilty, “time flies, and all that.”

Kerry sighs and does exactly like Johnny, scrolling back up their group chat and coming to the same conclusion.

“Fuck.”

V is not sulking, he is just… Taking a break from his two inputs. So what if he’d been hiding — staying in Jackie’s garage for the past week? He isn’t sulking. It’s just more practical to be here, since it’s closer to The Afterlife and work has been hectic lately. That’s all.

His phone buzzes again and he sees it’s Johnny again. They take turns trying to reach him, but lately their attempts have been dwindling. V is not disappointed by that.

He sighs forlornly into the empty room and tightens the covers around himself. The room is shrouded in darkness, which is exactly how V likes it right now, filled with blaring rock coming from the sound system he installed a while back. His playlist consists mostly of dark rock ballads, but he’s taken the time to remove all of Johnny and Kerry’s songs from it, so it’s basically circling with the same ten songs. The playlist was mostly Johnny and Kerry’s songs…

He doesn’t hear the discreet knock the first time, so whoever is out there tries again harder.

“V?” It’s Misty. The merc toys with the idea of ignoring her, but she can be stubborn so V decides to let her in. He opens the door, still wrapped in his blanket and she stares at him before letting out a little chuckle.

“Oh, wow… I didn’t believe Mama when she told me you were pinning, but you actually are.”

“I’m not pinning.”

“Sulking then.”

“Nope. I’m… Thinking.”

“Hum hum, what about?”

“Things.”

“Johnny and Kerry?”

V turns around, the blanket swishing dramatically behind him.

“No.”

He can hear Misty covering her laugh with a discreet cough, but decides to ignore it.

“Well, apparently they are thinking about you. They’ve been harassing Vik and Mama, and apparently everyone else, too, about you.”

V refuses to feel mellowed at that, but he looks at his friend over his shoulder.

“I’ve been busy.”

“I bet. Mama kept them away from here, but they’re getting desperate, they know you’re hiding in there. Won’t be much we can do if they really want to see you.”

“I would love to see them try,” V mutters darkly, thinking about all the ways he could really barricade himself in the garage if he wanted. Johnny might be a bit of a problem, but Kerry would be basically useless.

“Yes, you would,” Misty replied serenely. “You want them to fight for you, don’t you? You want them to stop taking you for granted, that’s why you’re hiding in there, isn’t it? You want to see how they deal with your absence, if they miss you, if you’re as important to them as they are for you.”

V is glad he turned his back to her because that way he doesn’t have to try — and fail — to hide the maelstrom of emotions her words unleash inside of him. He looks down, but he won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s absolutely right.

“Well, V, let me tell you, they do miss you, and they are driving everyone insane so… could you please give them a chance before Johnny decides to do something drastic like… Burn something?”

V can’t help it, he snorts because Johnny is well capable of putting fire to Night City just to make things interesting, and Kerry is no better. Actually, Kerry might be worse, because he has zero chills when it comes to his relationships.

“Please?” Misty insists, “Kerry and Vik nearly got into a fight yesterday because he said they didn’t deserve you and you would be better off without them.”

V winced, and faced Misty.

“But you agreed to help them.”

“Yes. I think they deserve a second chance.”

“Why?” V asks, because he’s been asking himself the same thing for the past week. Neither are great dating material: they’re self-centered, obsessive and possessive, and far from being nice persons overall.

“I think they’re sincere in their love for you, and they can do better. But I agree they need to be reminded you're precious, and that they need to treat you as such.”

V nods, feeling the strain around his heart ease at her words. As always, she understood better than he even could.

“Ok, I’ll text them.”

“Great!” Misty concludes, clapping her hands with a smile.”I can feel it will all be worth it, in the end.”

V drives to the mansion at exactly the appointed time. He stops the bike and sighs, before nervously rubbing his palms over his thighs. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, but he is. Maybe he fears he’ll let them off the hook the moment he sees them, and he doesn’t want that. He deserves better than the way they treated him.

He enters silently, giving the home system a firm order not to ping any of his input about his arrival. The house smells nice: something is cooking, and V feels his mouth waters at the perspective.

He pads to the kitchen like he is in stealth mode during a gig. The view that waits for him when he rounds the room’s entrance is worth it: Johnny stands in the middle of the chaos that invaded the kitchen. There are cuts from fresh vegetables, open cans, oils, pepper and salt plus various pans on the counter like a small army surrounding him. He’s stirring something in a pot with a look of utter concentration, watching the time on the alarm clock next to him. V notes that, although he’s wearing an apron, he actually is all dressed up under: dark gray shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows in deference to the metal arm, and black dress slacks that hug his frame in just the right places. He also trimmed his beard and tied his hair up with a dark red silk ribbon. V drinks the spectacle in silence, noting with a smile that Johnny is still barefoot, like the idea of putting dress shoes was so repulsive he waited the last moment. After a minute of devouring him with his eyes, V decides to make his presence known and steps into the light. Johnny’s eyes immediately zero on him, dark pupils pining V with their usual intensity. It forces the merc to fight down a shiver and work to keep his stance relaxed.

“Hey V,” Johnny says, voice barely above a murmur. He lowers his hands on the counter, pot and stirring spoon forgotten. V can feel Johnny is nervous, unsure of how he should proceed and it makes the young fixer viciously happy. Let them stew in their stress for a bit longer.

“Hey,” V replies. They stay in silence for long seconds, and V sees the way Johnny’s cyber hand twitches on the counter.

The rocker seems to come to a conclusion in his head because he walks toward V, stopping only once he’s already in V’s space.

“Missed ya,” he mutters, raising his hands to frame V’s face. The quiet confession makes V’s heart beat faster so he doesn’t stop Johnny and even tilt his head. It's all the man needs to swoop in and kiss him. It’s soft, tentative like a question and when V lets out a little groan, Johnny relaxes and kisses him harder. He slips closer, lean frame hot against V’s bulky form and seeks shelter between the young man’s lips. With the tiniest whimper, V lets him in, arms going around Johnny’s shoulder to melt into the kiss further.

When they separate, V is panting slightly, because he’s young and in love so it doesn’t take much to get him going. Johnny’s little smirk at the corner of his mouth says he knows it, but he refrains from commenting, which in his case, is a declaration of love. Shutting up is his love language.

Johnny’s thumb brushes V’s mouth, and his eyes soften.

“I’m sorry,” he mouths and wow, this was unexpected. Which is why Kerry finds them like this a minute later, while V is still processing the shock.

“Johnny, fuck, we’re late, and he’s not there, do you have any news, is he still —”

Dressed in a white shirt with golden threads and dark blue jeans, Kerry stops on the threshold of the kitchen with a gaping mouth. He looks like a deer in headlights, which is funny because he’s not the one who was found kissing their lover.

V turns in Johnny’s arms, and the man’s hand stays on his hip like a possessive brand. Kerry steps closer, biting his lower lip. He racks a hand through his still wet hair, dislodging a little droplet of water that runs down his neck. V’s eyes follows it and his mouth runs dry because he wants to lick it up. Before he can do anything about that, Kerry nervously steps to him.

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t come,” he says, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides. V takes them and offers him a smile.

“Misty convinced me you deserved a second chance.”

“Oh fuck, thank god, yes, I’m sorry we fucked up like this, with the album and everything, and I didn’t realise we were gone so much, and how many times we bailed out on you, I’m so fucking sorry. Promise to do better, ya know, treat you right this time I mean,” he laughs nervously, passes a hand over his mouth and behind V, Johnny laughs, hiding his face against V’s neck. His gentle lips bring another shiver to V’s skin.

“They are right,” Kerry continues, “your friends… You deserve better.” His eyes shine with something V can’t quite name. “You’re so easy on us, so easy to live with… None of my relationships were like that… Normal? Sort of? No drama, no cheating, I don’t know.”

“I wasn’t there,” Johnny supplies like it’s important they don’t forget.

“Yeah, that… I mean, what we had, it’s good, it was good, right?” Kerry asks and V really wants to put him out of his misery and say yes, but…

“It’s close to good, yeah,” he admits and feels both men relax and sadden at the same time.

“Yeah,” Kerry breathes, lowering his eyes, “it’s not good enough for you.”

V sighs discreetly and resolves to make the second step.

“When I got involved with you two, it was with clear eyes. I knew you enough to know I shouldn’t expect typical romance, and that you would be unavailable sometimes, just like me. When I get into jobs, I can be pretty focused too, and forget about the rest of the world. But we need to work on what’s important for each of us, because…” he pauses, closes his eyes briefly before taking a leap of faith: he needs to come clean, too: “Look at it from my point of view: suddenly you were spending all your time together, living the rocker’s life and partying, creating new things together, and only calling me when you need a ride home because your asses are high as kites. And I get it, you’re finally living a life you should have had fifty years ago, you’re finally working through your bullshit and being together like you always wanted, more or less consciously… So I really started to wonder where my place was between you two and well, when I asked for one night and you couldn’t even give me that…”

He lets the words hang, and feel Johnny bury his face tighter against his neck, and his hands tighten on his hip. Kerry looks like a school boy being scolded and V has to admit the sight is cute.

“Don’t you get it, V?” Johnny asks quietly against his neck, “Without you it doesn’t work. We would destroy each other if it wasn’t for you. That’s what I feared the first time ‘round.” he admits and it’s probably only due to the fact he feels the vibration against his back that V understands the words.

Kerry shakes his head and comes even closer, hands delicately holding V’s jaw.

“You transform the universe into an adventure worth living for, you freed me from the shadows I was drowning in, and you allowed me closure. And then you did something even more miraculous,” he laughs, and his eyes shine bright with a strange sort of fever. “But that’s not why I love you. I love you because I’m happy with you like I’ve nearly never been in my life. And I hope you feel the same. You make me want to make you happy, V.”

Behind the merc, Johnny hums in acquiescence and in that moment, V feels it: how he would burn the city to protect him, how he would tear the world apart if that meant V would be safe, tear himself apart a second, a third time, just so V would smile. He knows it in his bones, thanks to the strange connection that persists between them even now they have two separate bodies.

He relaxes and suddenly feels very silly for having doubted it. He laughs nervously and nods, catching Kerry’s wrists in his hands to kiss his palms. He doesn’t know what to say, but he’s spared from that by Kerry, who surges up to kiss him. Devours him, more like, helped by Johnny who is biting his neck softly and pulling him tighter against him.

Kerry’s lips are burning, his mouth is trembling as he licks into V’s mouth and cages the young man’s body between his and Johnny’s. He smells like home, they feel like home and tension bleeds from V’s body in that instant. He melts against Johnny and they don’t need more to ignite.

Their hands are everywhere, all at once, and he finds himself being worshiped right there, hard and breathless with Kerry on his knees before him… When suddenly the stove starts beeping and they register the smell of a burning dinner.

Johnny freezes.

“Oops,” he says and he’s clearly hesitating, but the interruption helps V to gather his thoughts. He helps Kerry up and kisses his pout away.

“You owe me dinner,” he declares after clearing his throat.

They dutifully go back to the preparations, fixing their clothes and swallowing back the desire they teased into flames. Still, V knows he’s in for a wild ride tonight, but that’s fine, it’s an outcome he likes.

They are shit at cooking, it appears, but V can’t blame them. When he started, they also bravely tasted everything he made, so he does it for them too. The diner smelled nice, but it’s so spicy it’s not edible. After half a dozen of bites, they’re all calling quits between two bouts of laughter. Johnny clearly needs to check his definition of “a pinch” of pepper. They end up on the couch eating sushi and drinking the expensive champagne V’d initially bought. Nibbles tries to steal their food, Johnny and Kerry start arguing about the music they put on for the evening, and just like that, everything is back to normal.

One convo won’t fix everything, but Misty was right: it will all be worth it, in the end.

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