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You’d worked with dangerous people before. The kind who smelled of iron, sweat, and bad intentions. The kind who knew exactly how to kill you and wouldn’t lose sleep over it.

Raiden wasn’t like them.

After the fall of the Patriots last year, work for members of PMCs, like you, had dwindled. But the world never stayed quiet for long. New threats always rose from the ashes with the increase in technological advances and terrorists looking for fun.

They didn’t come often, but they came frequently enough to keep your hands dirty and your bank account full; enough to pretend it wasn’t worth quitting.

You used to work solo, as codename Vystrel. Yet one day, an old acquaintance of yours, Hal Emmerich, contacted you requesting for you to work alongside a new partner.

Raiden.

Apparently the man, his long time friend, had needed some “emotional support” and Hal wanted you to “keep an eye on him”, as he carefully referred to it as. You could tell none of this had been relayed to Raiden, though. Perhaps Hal asked for this out of concern for his friend.

Of course you knew who Raiden was and what his involvement in Big Shell and the Patriots had been. He was an infamous fighter and a strange case of man turned machine, so when you met him for the first time, you were a bit intimidated, to say the least.

It was awkward knowing a copious amount of detail about him, where he knew next to nothing about you. You carried an entire history of him in your head, while to him, you were nothing more than another person on the field, and at most, Hal’s friend.

He was taller and bulkier than you; the weight of his frame amplified by the plating and hydraulics beneath his cybernetic encasing. A scowl always graced his effeminate features with his brows furrowed and wispy platinum bangs curtaining over his eyes. He was the type of man to want to get in and out of a mission as soon as possible, leaving no time for idle chatter or room for error. 

He habitually had his black leather coat draped around his body and the collar wrapped around his chin, wanting to cover as much of himself as possible. It was as if he didn’t want to stain the world with the sight of what was left of him. Even in the midst of battle, he rarely removed the article that acted as a mask for, in his eyes, his abysmal body.

Raiden was very standoffish and stoic; barely speaking to you unless he had to. You’d learned quickly that if you ever wanted answers from him, you’d have to settle for the ones he didn’t use words to say.

At first, his silence made you keep your distance. You knew enough about his traumatic past to respect his boundaries and wait for him to speak first. Sometimes you wondered if he ever would, though a deep part of you felt that he wouldn’t open up to you that easily.

Gradually, as you began to go on more missions together, spending more nights in safehouses, helping him with his dialysis treatments, or feeling the chill of his fingers as he bandaged you up, allowed you to grow somewhat closer. You had barely begun to penetrate into his shallow shell of a heart, and you had come to see why Hal had cared so much for the man who fought alongside you.

Those moments, rare and quiet, let you glimpse into Raiden, who suffered in silence.

For all his detachment, he wore his grief in plain sight. It was in the way his gaze would soften at the mention of Solid Snake. In the heaviness that lingered when he looked toward a skyline that wasn’t New York. In the small, bitter exhale when he brushed his fingers over a piece of his plating, as though remembering where his flesh had once been.

He missed being alive.

You’d see him with Sunny sometimes, warming at how his rare gentleness coaxed her laughter, or the faint frown tugging at his mouth when she scolded him for the cigarette habit he’d picked up from Snake. There was a quiet bond between them, woven from the loss of the man they’d both been close to, and from the woman who had given her life for them.

Sunny had a way of bridging gaps without realizing it.

One day, you had been on the Nomad with her, Hal, and Raiden. She had been talking about a recent project she had been working on that had to do with a modification to the gaming system she played with. Wanting to show you, she urged you to follow her to her room on the second floor of the plane.

Sunny’s small hand found yours first, tugging gently, then reached back to grab Raiden’s. Without a word, she linked your hands together, dragging you both up the stairs and down the hall like a child walking her parents home, much to both of your surprise.

His alloy fingers curled around your palm, cool against your skin before warming with a faint, hesitant squeeze. You briefly glanced at him and he seemed a bit paler than usual, however, he kept his expression neutral.

Once inside Sunny’s room, the gaming system long forgotten, she immediately started pulling at Raiden’s platinum hair to tie it into wild pigtails that stuck out in every direction. When she caught you sneakily taking a photo of them, much to the cyborg’s dismay, Sunny turned her playful attention to you next, her small hands playing with your hair as well.

You didn’t notice the way Raiden’s gaze lingered on where your hands met, or the brief glint of something unreadable in his cerulean eyes.

The entire situation that afternoon had felt too foreign to him, too domestic.

“Vystrel, it’s Russian for shot, right?” Raiden had asked one night, the faint crash of waves far below blending with the soft rustle of the coastal breeze.

You were perched on a rugged cliffside, shadows stretching long as the sun dipped behind the horizon during a stakeout mission.

You raised a brow at his attempt to translate your codename. “Mhm. My commanders gave it to me when they saw how skilled I was with a sniper.”

He nodded slowly, pulling a box of Moslem cigarettes from the pocket of his worn leather coat. The wind tugged at the flame as he tried to light one, frustration briefly flickering across his usually unreadable face.

Without a word, you reached out, taking the cigarette from him and gently guiding it between his flesh and silicone lips. Your fingers brushed briefly against his metallic hand; a fleeting, electric contact that made your pulse quicken.

He looked at you, brows raised in surprise, as you flicked the lighter successfully and a small ochre glow caught his pale eyes.

“How’d you know what my name meant?” You asked, curiosity softening your voice.

The cyborg averted his gaze before taking a long huff, the faint hum of his cybernetics mingling with the whisper of the sea’s salty breeze.

“Sunny,” He sighed quietly. “She teaches me Russian sometimes. She started learning it to feel closer to her mother, Olga. And I, uh... may have asked her about your name.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, a fervor climbing its way up your spine at the notion that Raiden had thought of you, was interested enough in you to bother finding out something more personal.

“You really are thoughtful, asking about me like that,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But It’s nice to know she’s trying to connect with her roots, and that you’re paying attention.”

Raiden’s gaze flickered briefly toward you, a rare fondness in his usually sharp eyes. “She’s… important to me. Figured if she cares, I should too. Besides, it, um, gave me an excuse to learn something new about you.”

You bit your lip, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your hair.

He eyed the motion, then cleared his throat, quickly masking the slight paleness coloring his cheeks from his white blood. “...Anyways, her vocabulary so far is... very niche.”

“Niche?”

Raiden’s mouth curved into a soft, amused smile. “Let’s just say she’d be able to hold a conversation with a military captain, but probably not someone her own age. She goes on and on about bombs and technology. But simple things—like school or having a picnic? No way.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine against the vast night sky, and your heart softened at the quiet endearment and gentle complexion in his voice when he spoke of Sunny.

Raiden glanced over at you, eyes shimmering faintly in the twilight, before drawing a slow drag from the cigarette. For a moment, his usual guarded demeanor slipped away, leaving only the man beneath the machinery; the man who could care so deeply in bitter, frail silence.

Something then changed between you and him over time, and moments that once felt ordinary suddenly weighed heavier.

It happened at times when he rarely would flash his coy smile, and the shy quirk of his upper lip would cause you to quickly look away.

When his breathy laugh would echo after one of his sardonic and self-deprecating jokes and you couldn’t help but reprimand him, though another part of you felt your stomach twist at the lovely sound.

When he would brush your fingers with his own when handing you gear or weapons, and he’d clear his throat to dissolve the awkwardness.

When he would quietly watch you from the sidelines, expectation having been replaced with concern.

And there were those dawns after missions, when you’d awake and peek an eye open to find him sitting rigid in a chair, staring at something miles away, thinking of far forgotten memories and longing for his old body back.

You could smell petrichor in the air and feel the chill of the wind seeping its icy fingers through a crack in the window pane, causing your body to shift slightly on the bed. His azure gaze would catch yours, and you’d pull the blanket up over your head to hide your face and flushed cheeks, hearing him scoff before the click of his heels signaled he had walked away. 

Sometimes, you caught yourself tracing patterns on his empty coffee cup that had begun to stain a ring on the table beneath it, wondering if he felt the same unspoken tension tightening between you. 

There was one day when Raiden had been called out after a briefing, leaving you alone in the room. You noticed his coat had been left behind on the back of his chair, something quite uncharacteristic of him, but… you couldn’t help but feel compelled to touch it.

You hesitantly reached out, tracing your fingers over the edges of its stitching and the smoothness of its leather. The subtle boning in the shoulders made you bite your lip, remembering how it looked on Raiden’s form when he wore it with his broad figure.

The belt hung loosely from the garment, so you had taken it between your fingertips and twirled it through them. A deep part of yourself wondered what it would be like to yank on it, ushering Raiden’s hips forward so you could undo it from his waist.

On impulse, you lifted the coat in front of your face, folding it against your chest as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you and the cyborg. You nuzzled his worn collar, breathing in the sharp tang mixed with something softer. 

The faint scent of metal, iron, and musk clung to it—so distinctly his and impossibly warm.

It wrapped around you like something whispered, raw and unguarded. The coat was a fragment of Raiden’s vanished past, a silent testament to the man hidden beneath all the metal and hydraulics. That it was left behind, so carelessly, felt achingly intimate.

It was almost as if he’d unknowingly offered you one of the small pieces of himself, fragile and exposed, heavy with unspoken stories and the quiet loneliness you both carried.

You could feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, an ache that wasn’t just from missing him despite him standing next to your side every day. The weight of the leather against your skin was a cruel reminder of the space Raiden occupied; a presence that was equal parts cold machinery and something fervently alive beneath it all.

He masked his emotions through a veil, one that concealed away his grief, his regret, his savagery, his love.

Your fingers tightened on the material, the leather rough and supple under your touch, stirring images in your mind: the way his hips moved when he fought, the taut strength of his form, and how his eyes flickered with that fierce, almost feral intensity whenever he let his collected guard slip.

You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining what it would be like to have him close, to feel that controlled power unleashed against you—rough hands gripping your waist, metallic fingers and claws tangling in your hair, his breaths hot and ragged in your ear before he nipped down on it.

A sudden noise made you jump. The door creaked open, and Raiden stood there, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his gaze sharp and piercing as it met yours.

You quickly stood up, coat still in hand with your cheeks flushing, yet his eyes didn’t waver. For a moment, the space between you crackled with unspoken words and a tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

“I…saw you left this,” You uttered, embarrassment creeping up your neck as you tried to find the right words to say in your defense, “I was going to bring it to you.”

His eyes fell down to where you clung the material to your chest, and he parted his lips before closing them once more, his steel jaw tightening.

The silence in the room smothered the air as it weaved into your lungs, so all you could do in the moment was quickly hurry past him, shoving the coat into his titanium sternum before exiting and rethinking all your choices as you left.

Raiden only brought up the awkward encounter one time after that, complaining how you had made his coat smell sweet from the subtle lingering notes of your perfume. His eyes had been narrowed in annoyance, though his cheeks were alabaster, paler than normal from the Oxycyte that pumped through his wired veins and laced under the remaining skin on the upper half of his face.

A few days later, you had found yourselves in a small clearing outside of the Nomad, the clouded light from the sun casting long shadows over the blades of grass and dappling through the trees. 

Raiden stood motionless, blade in hand, his usual stoic posture softened only slightly by the serene environment. The quiet hum of the forest seemed to amplify every miniscule movement from him, like the shifting of his fingers or the soft inhale before each breath.

For someone whose body was always noticeable, Raiden typically moved deftly in silence. Anyone could forget he was there with how often he tried to make himself disappear, yet to you, he was an omnipresent being.

“You’re so good with your blade,” You said, watching him adjust his grip and seeing the controlled way his synthetic muscles in his calves flexed beneath their plating.

Your voice held something that coasted into uncharted territory: a teasing lilt, casual but deliberate. “Maybe one day you could teach me how to handle it.”

He froze for a fraction of a second, unreadable blue eyes looking over to you before he masked it with a quick blink and a terse nod. “I…It’s not really something you can learn in a day.”

You stepped closer, reducing the space between you just enough so that your words came softer, almost a whisper meant only for him. “Didn’t you?”

He glared at you, “Only because I had to.”

“Well, I can be an observant learner… if the teacher is patient.” You smiled softly.

Raiden’s jaw clenched, his alloy fingers tightening around the hilt for just a second longer. His lashes fluttered and brushed against his pale cheeks, a rare crack in his armored composure, before he looked away and cleared his throat. “My patience isn’t guaranteed. Don’t count on me going slow.”

You bit your lip, feeling the electrifying tension pulse.

The air between you suddenly felt charged, each glance and slight movement loaded with unspoken meaning. “Don’t worry, I can keep up with your pace, if that’s what you’d prefer, Jack.”

His head tilted just slightly at the sound of his name, weighing your words, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, his shoulders tensed, and the mechanical hum of his cybernetics seemed louder in the silence.

The blonde exhaled through his nose then swallowed, and when he finally met your eyes again, there was something almost unreadable, an awkwardness that didn’t suit his usual composure.

He cleared his throat once more before sighing, “Just…Focus on the basics first.”

Raiden’s clipped words carried more than just instruction; the brief pause afterward, the slight twitch of his fingers on the blade, and the way his gaze darted away again all told you that beneath his stoic exterior, he was anything but at ease from your presence.

You smirked, stepping even closer and letting your words tease the air. “Let’s hope my teacher knows how to keep me interested then.”

Raiden’s upper lip twitched, perhaps wanting to form a grimace, and he turned back to his stance, but you knew the tension between you hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it had grown thicker, pulsing quietly like the feign mimicry of a heartbeat inside his chest.

There was another moment during training where you had been sparring with the cyborg, showcasing the various CQC talents you had developed during your time working for PMCs in Russia.

You kept your sights locked on him as he circled you like a predator, his eyes narrowed and head bowed low. His frame moved with an unnerving precision, and you could hear the faint whir of his nanomachines every time his weight shifted.

“Your stance is too open,” He said, voice even, but underneath was the vague edge of a smirk tugging at his lip. “If I wanted to, I could—”

You raised an eyebrow, “You could what?”

He made his move in the same instant you did. Raiden was faster, obviously, but you had countered enough arrogant partners to know that speed can make people careless.

You parried his strike, sidestepped, then hooked his arm, using his own momentum to bring him down. In one smooth motion, you dropped with him, pinning his back to the ground and straddling his hips, your hands braced at his wrists above his head as he let out a soft grunt.

There was a slight pause before his synthetic muscles engaged again, like his systems had stalled for a split second.

“You were saying?”

His eyes widened a fraction before narrowing again. “Tsk, you got lucky is all,” He muttered, starting to push against you. “I can still get out of this.”

However, you only dug your weight harder into his waist, feeling the stiffness of his plating and wiring.

“Sure you can,” You teased, tightening your grip on his wrists.

Raiden’s chest rose sharply, almost as if he was winded.

He then shifted, clearly trying to wiggle out from under you. The metal of his wrists was warm from his internal systems' heated exertion, and you felt the smallest vibration as his frame tensed.

“You’re not getting up until I say so,” You told him, breathless but grinning.

His breath hitched at the sound of that.

He tried to roll his hips free, but the effort seemed more about putting distance between you than actually breaking the hold. For someone so usually controlled, his movements were awkward and jerky. 

His gaze shot away for the briefest moment, embarrassment gracing his features, and a part of you wondered where his mind had drifted to in that split second.

“Raiden—”

He cleared his throat. “You’ve made your point,” He said, voice a little tighter than before. “Now get off.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Hmm… maybe. But I like seeing you like this.”

The blonde stared at you with his piercing blue eyes and pale cheeks, the silence stretching just long enough for him to visibly tense his metallic jaw. The second you began to ease off of his body, he quickly scrambled to his feet like the ground had scorched him. 

You couldn’t tell if it was irritation, his faltering pride, or perhaps something else that made him avoid you for the rest of that evening.

One morning after a mission, Hal had contacted you and Raiden through Codec, like he usually did when discussing the intel from you both.

Raiden exhaled deeply, running a hand through his silky platinum hair.

You had left the Codec call earlier, feeling the faint sting of intrusion when Hal steered the conversation toward Rose. Even being across from Raiden, with the connection severed on your end, you still caught the tail ends of his clipped replies, terse words, and the occasional awkward silence.

Rose.

The name itself seemed to hang between you like a ghost.

Was she still in his heart, tucked away somewhere in the quiet places he never let anyone see? He claimed otherwise, always quick to turn his gaze away or change the subject when she was mentioned. Yet there were those moments of betrayal, subtle and telling; a faint shift in his expression, the way his fingers found his fringe as though shielding himself, that alluded to the possibility of his feelings for her being something more conflicted than hatred.

On the other hand, you knew without a doubt that Raiden loved his son, however estranged he had felt from him.

You had met John only once, in passing, and even then you’d seen how the boy’s eyes lit up at his father’s presence, captivated as if Raiden were something out of one of his comic books; a hero who fought monsters and saved the day.

There was no resentment in the child for Raiden’s absences, only pride. The cyborg would bring him small momentos from the places your missions took you, such as a carved trinket, a jeweled necklace, or a coin pressed flat by foreign rails, and John would cradle them like treasures, already imagining the perfect spot for them in his room.

But you had also seen the weight behind Raiden’s gaze when he looked at his son.

The way those young eyes reflected his own, not just in color, but in the unspoken history they carried. It was a mirror he could not escape; one that showed him the boy he once was, before innocence and autonomy had been stripped away in the blood and ruin of Liberia. Before Big Shell. Before everything.

John was Raiden’s humanity, and perhaps to him, that was the hardest part of having to see his child’s face.

And for you… there was an ache in knowing that Rose had been part of that humanity once, too.

You wondered, not for the first time, if you could ever be that for him. If you could exist in that place she once occupied, the place of warm memories and shared history, of first loves and unshaken trust.

The thought made your chest tighten, for you already knew the answer wasn’t yours to decide. 

Rose had been there in his life before the steel and circuitry, before the nightmares made their home in him. She had known the man beneath the wiring and grief. You… you had only known him like this: guarded, damaged, and a shell of a man.

Maybe he wasn’t ready to move on from her yet. Surely it was a poor idea to show any kind of interest in him outside of being employed together.

Despite everything. somewhere along the way of your time spent with him, Raiden, your colleague, your partner, had become Jack, and you’d started wanting him in ways you couldn’t afford to want anyone in your line of work.

The briefing room before your big mission buzzed with the low murmur of soldiers reviewing maps and mission parameters. You leaned over to point something out to one of the newer recruits, explaining a tactic with the kind of patience that made it impossible not to listen.

Raiden crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, pretending to review his notes, but every glance toward you betrayed a tension in his posture.

“—So once you move here, we can flank from the west—” The soldier said.

“Exactly,” You replied, smiling easily. “And make sure to cover the south corridor—”

“Oh! I see, thanks, Vystrel.” The soldier smiled.

“Mhm, but you have to make sure you don’t go in until after your team has finished with recon, alright?”

The recruit leaned closer than necessary, brushing your hand lightly as he tried to follow your gesture. “Right… got it,” He said, eyes not leaving yours.

“Good. You catch on quick.” You praised with an approving smile.

Raiden stiffened, jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed. His grip on the paper threatened to crush it, though he held it with a mechanical precision that barely contained his rising irritation.

You noticed nothing of his tension and continued explaining strategy to the rookie. The man laughed nervously and, with an awkward motion, grazed his fingers nonchalantly over your index finger. You slightly withdrew your hand, attributing the accidental touch to the close proximity needed to discuss the briefing.

Raiden’s claws scratched against his palms as he clenched his notes tightly. He cleared his throat deliberately, just loud enough to draw your attention.

You glanced at him, tilting your head. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” He muttered, voice clipped. But his eyes darkened sharply, and he shifted slightly closer, the smallest intrusion of space that somehow felt like he was laying a claim.  “But I can take over from here. You’ve got better things to do.”

You blinked at him, “Oh, um, like what?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just not this.” His tone left no room for argument. You rose a brow at Raiden, slightly confused.

The blonde’s eyes looked toward the recruit, narrowing just slightly. He stepped closer, the faint scrape of his heels sounding, and leaned down just enough that his shoulder brushed yours.

“Unless this punk doesn’t want to be instructed by me?”

The rookie froze, eyes darting between you and Raiden.

“You… Uh, yeah, sure…” The recruit stammered, stepping back almost immediately as Raiden’s tall frame harrowed in on him.

Raiden stepped forward regardless, his shadow swallowing the recruit whole. “It’s ‘Yes sir.’”

“Y-Yes sir!” The soldier stood at attention.

Raiden scoffed, satisfied, before his hand shot out, catching your shoulder as you moved to leave. He bent close, voice dropping low, meant only for you.

“By the way,” He murmured, “maybe don’t inflate his ego.”

“Be nice to him, Jack. You were new once, too.” You rolled your eyes, attributing Raiden’s aggression to just breaking in the fresh soldier. Though, something didn’t sit right in your stomach as you began to walk away.

“Wha—I am nice!” Raiden pouted, but as soon as you were out of sight, his face fell, brows furrowed as he turned toward the soldier with a silent glare.

“Eyes on the mission, not your superiors. Or, I’ll make sure you’re reassigned somewhere far away.”

The rookie shuffled awkwardly, muttering apologies under Raiden’s icy gaze.

You were checking over your ammo count, when the sound of deliberate, heavy footsteps echoed behind you.

“Hey,” You spoke, not turning around since you knew who it was already. You’d memorized the way he walked, the way his heels echoed against the floor, the way his body whirred and shifted.

“Hold still,” Raiden’s voice was low, akin to a raspy breath in your ear.

You then turned slightly, but before you could ask why, his steel hand was on your hip. The weight of it was firm and grounding, his deft fingers and prickly claws pressing in as he adjusted the strap of your holster around your thigh, that at some point had become loose.

He secured it, but then tugged it tighter anyway, his grip lingering for a second too long.

“There,” He muttered, voice rougher than usual. “Wouldn’t want it falling off.”

You held your breath for a moment before looking up, meeting Raiden’s gaze in the reflection of the glass in the ops room as he still stood behind you, close enough that you could see the faint rise and fall of his chestplate underneath his coat.

His pupils were venomous, his metallic jaw set tight. Your chest rose slowly, and he didn’t move, the metal of his thumb grazing and the sharpness of his nail scraping slowly against the fabric on your thigh before he seemed to realize what he was doing.

He pulled back abruptly, his posture stiff.

“Uh,” Raiden said quickly, but there was an edge in his tone, something unreadable brimming just under the surface.

He cleared his throat, pretending to busy himself with his blade. You had started to notice that was a nervous habit of his.

You smirked faintly. “Were you this hands-on with the new guy?”

The cyborg didn’t even look at you this time. “I’m just making sure you’re properly prepared. Don’t make it into something it’s not.”

That flash of bite in his words caught you off guard. “Hmm… careful, Raiden. Sounds like someone’s a little tense.”

“My— I’m not— I…” The blonde’s voice spiked and broke off. “I’m not… ‘tense.’” The snap came too fast and defensive, his usual sharpness replaced by something that seemed dangerously close to embarrassment.

Raiden looked away, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, the faint whir of his servos kicking higher, like his systems were running hotter than they should before a mission.

When he finally spoke again, his voice had softened, but it carried a strange tightness. “Just… double-check your sights before we head out later. Make sure you have enough ammo. And… stop wearing that fucking perfume.”

You blinked. “What’s wrong with my perfume?” 

You always wore it, and it was a subtle enough scent that it wouldn’t attract unwanted attention from the enemy.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned, movements taut and clipped, the leather of his coat creaking faintly over the carved lines of his sculpted shoulders.

His fingers flexed at his sides, and you caught the faint flutter in his lashes when he exhaled; almost like he was trying to calm himself down, or hold back words he didn’t want to say.

The tension in his frame now was strange…Raiden was never one to get nervous before a mission. If anything, he always wanted to charge right in and get it over with.

The click of boots on treaded flooring was getting closer.

Too close.

You and Raiden had begun your infiltration, though you weren’t in the designated zoning area to begin sniping yet. First, you had to make your way through their main facility via stealth, before reaching your vantage point.

Raiden’s head tilted, the faint whir of his optics adjusting. “Move,” He ordered, not giving you time to question before his steel hand wrapped around your wrist.

It was cool against your heated skin, his grasp unyielding as he pulled you toward a row of battered storage lockers, yanking one open with a rusted groan.

It was barely big enough for one person.

“Raiden—”

“In,” He cut you off, voice leaving no room for argument.

You stumbled inside, back hitting the cold steel wall. He followed a split second later, his plated chest colliding with yours, hip slotting against your frontside in the suffocatingly tight space. The door clanged shut, plunging everything into stale darkness.

You could feel him; every inch of his hard, rigid frame pressed flush to yours, the steady hum of his systems vibrating faintly against your ribs. His breath was quiet and unsteady, and you could hear him swallow.

The scent of his machinery lingered in the confined air, the tang of metal and something softer infiltrating your nostrils.

You tilted your head toward where you thought his face was. “Comfortable?”

“Don’t,” Raiden muttered, an edged warning.

“Don’t what?”

“Talk.” It came out rougher this time, the steam from his lungs fanning warm against your cheek.

“You’re awfully close, Raiden. Should I be charging you for this kind of service?”

Raiden’s jaw worked silently for a moment, the faintest rasp of metal teeth clenching. “This isn’t a joke,” He reprimanded.

Sighing, you shifted slightly to ease the cramp in your calf.

His whole body stiffened, his breath hitching, “Stop moving.”

“I’m barely—”

“ I said stop, Vystrel.” Your codename left his lips like a growl.

The guard’s footsteps were passing right outside now.

Your head was pressed dangerously close against the man’s chest, and you could hear his mimicry of a heart beating rapidly, surely overloading his sensors.

You tried to focus on the sound of the enemy instead of the heat radiating from the mechanisms in Raiden’s body, or the fact that his thigh was brushing yours in the confined space, his knee slightly raised to accommodate his taller frame. You could feel the faintest tremor in him and he inhaled shakily, turning his head to the side.

He leaned in just enough for the metal of his jaw to graze your temple. “Stay still, please.” He whispered through clenched teeth. It almost sounded like he was begging.

The footsteps faded after what felt like hours. Still, the blonde didn’t move. His presence loomed in the dark, his breath steady but heavier than it had been a moment ago.

You could feel the faint shift of his chest against yours, the subtle grind of metal and sinewy muscle when he shifted his weight. Then, barely noticeable but impossible to miss, his thumb brushed slowly along your side, a faint scrape of steel through the thin fabric near your waistline, while a gentle claw nipped at the small of your back. His hands seemed so big when they were pressed upon you.

The touch lingered just long enough for you to feel his hesitation.

Without a word, he pushed the locker door open and stepped out first, posture too rigid to be casual. Instead of meeting your eyes, Raiden just brushed past you with a mutter that bordered on irritation, “Let’s…” He cleared his throat, “Let’s move.”

Raiden seemed more tense than usual. After getting to know him, he had started to become lenient with you; used to your antics and teasing, yet today, he acted like every little word you spoke or movement you made ticked something off in him. Had you become that annoying to Raiden…?

You couldn’t dwell on the thought for too long. You and Raiden had split up upon reaching the vantage point on the rooftops, where you would finally fulfill your task of taking out multiple leaders from a small terrorist organization.

You’d scaled up the rusted scaffold with the ease of someone who’d done it a hundred times before. The mask covering your face and disguise on your body kept your identity hidden from the patrols below.

“ Position? ” The gravel of Raiden’s voice vibrated faintly through the Codec.

“Northwest perch,” You murmured, focused and prone. “West gate’s covered. Two guards on rotation. The first one scratches his nose every time he looks left. The other keeps checking his watch.”

He made a noise, “You always notice the smallest things.”

From where Raiden crouched in the shadows a few buildings over, he could barely tell you apart from the real thing. If he didn’t know your walk, or even the way your weight displaced slightly before a shot, he might’ve mistaken you for the enemy entirely, no matter how “rookie” it was.

When you braced your rifle against the railing, bent your arms a certain way to position it, and curled your fingers acutely around the stock, Raiden knew instantly: the precision was all you.

At your position, you had a clear view into several of the rooms where the enemy resided, easily finding your targets through your scope.

The first shot was quiet, a guard dropping without a sound. You didn’t flinch, but instead, slid the bolt back and chambered the next round with practiced ease.

One shot. A man crumpled silently. Another breath. Another clean shot. Another man fell back against his chair as his blood splattered on the wall behind him.

Raiden should’ve been watching for reinforcements. He should’ve been mapping the enemy patrol paths. But, fuck, his focus clung stubbornly to you; the measured, predatory stillness of your body; the way your breathing slowed before each trigger pull; the unshakable calm in the line of your shoulders.

The grip on his blade tightened unconsciously. Something about the way you moved, calculating and utterly in control, hit him in a place he wasn’t prepared for; hell, had even tried to deny.

He told himself it was admiration for your skill, that it was just professional respect, but the heat building low in his artificial gut told a different story.

“Third down,” You breathed.

“I…I saw,” He replied, and his voice came out rougher than he’d meant.

“You okay over there?”

“Peachy. Tsk, focus on the enemy.”

Another person fell. You rolled onto your side to survey the area, and the subtle shift in your hips made Raiden’s optics track you through his visor. 

His mouth was dry. There was no good reason for his pulse to spike, you weren’t even close enough to touch, but something in him twisted, irritation licking at his skin from how easily you had his attention.

“…Nice shooting,” He finally managed.

“Thanks,” You said, amusement laced in your voice. “But you sound weird. Are you overheating in that body of yours?”

He huffed sharply through his nose, “Shut up.”

Raiden suddenly shut his Codec off, and a frown appeared on your face.

You shut the door to a random storage room behind you. You and Raiden had reunited after finishing eliminating the targets, and all that was left was to escape from the facility. They knew of your presence now, so things would definitely be on more high alert. 

The stolen enemy gear weighed on you; stiff, scratchy, and starting to smell faintly of sweat and gunpowder. You no longer had a need to wear it, beginning to peel your tight gloves off as the muffled sound of the rain that had started to pour outside mixed with the faint ticking of Raiden’s nanomachines. 

“I need to get back into my own gear,” You muttered, unclipping your rifle and leaning it against the wall.

Raiden was in the corner, wiping his blade down with obsessive precision. “Right now?”

“I mean,” You started, “Yeah. They already know we’re here. I’d rather finish whoever else we run into in my own shit. More comfortable anyways.”

The cyborg was quiet for a moment, eyes darting up when you began pulling off your chestplate and holster. 

“Uh…Shouldn’t you do this in private?” He averted his gaze, trying to focus on anything but the shuffling of you undressing.

“Why?” You asked, “It’s just you.”

The blonde remained silent, silicone lip drawn taut between his teeth.

You couldn’t understand why Raiden was questioning your actions. This wasn’t an uncommon thing to do in your field. Even Snake had seen Raiden bare before back at Big Shell. Plus, it wasn’t like you were fully naked now, or in a situation similar to that. You were simply just swapping out your clothing and gear.

The rest of the heavy armor dropped to the floor with a dull, echoing thud. You watched his head twitch slightly, but he still didn’t turn toward you.

“Relax,” You teased, undoing the buckles on the bulletproof vest. “You’ve seen worse on the battlefield.”

“That’s not the same thing,” He muttered roughly.

You slid the vest off slowly, tossing it onto a chair. Your undershirt beneath clung uncomfortably to your chest from the rain and sweat, not that you seemed in a hurry to remove it.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy, Raiden.”

“Wha—” His voice cracked faintly before he caught himself. “I’m not shy.” He rolled his eyes.

You grinned, peeling the damp shirt over your head and revealing the black bra you usually wore. Raiden’s hands stopped moving.

The bloody, soiled cloth in his palm stilled mid-wipe, his robotic knuckles tightening around the hilt of his sword. The chill air of the room tickled the bare skin of your torso before you slowly slid off your utility cargo pants as well.

You crouched to rummage through your pack, aware of Raiden’s gaze flicking up for a millisecond in the reflection of the window before darting away.

He grit his teeth, “Tsk, I’m going to keep watch. Hurry the hell up.”

He stood, flicking his blade to remove it of any remaining gore, before heading over to stand outside of the storage room. Yet, the two of you both knew there was no need to, as you had cleared out all enemies in this sector of the building on the way here.

You finished dressing in silence, yet the tension that simmered in the room felt like it was wrapping its hands around your neck and slowly choking you.

After firmly adjusting your attire and meeting with the cyborg once more, his posture never relaxed. 

He remained silent.

The last enemy in your escape route went down hard.

You drove your blade up through its abdomen, feeling the resistance of metal and synthetic muscle give way with a shudder that rattled up your arms and splattered hot oil on the ground. The machine folded into itself like a collapsing star before crashing to the ground, its broken frame coughing sparks into the dirt.

Now, standing in the wreckage of tonight’s fight, the air felt heavier. You caught your breath and scanned the shadows. The taste of gunpowder clung to your tongue, mixed with the metallic sting of ozone. You could hear Raiden off to your right. The sound of wet, methodical impacts of steel biting through something soft.

When you finally turned your head, the sight seemed wrong.

Your steps slowed without conscious thought. Raiden stood half-shadowed by the carnage, his sword buried in what was left of a soldier’s torso. The person was already dead, had been for several blows now, but he kept moving, each strike fast and precise, like he was meticulously carving something out of the body.

His blade swirled with electricity, each cut too brutal in its efficiency.

The movements weren’t the clean, economical strikes you’d grown used to seeing from the man alongside the swift usage of his legs. These were sharper, crueler, and driven by something more primal. His shoulders rose and fell in a rhythm too fast for any normal human, and his breath rasped through his Codec like static.

Every time the blade came down, it was with just enough force to send flecks of crimson spilling in a thick arc across his plated body.

Raiden tore his blade free in a savage pull.

When he finally stopped, it wasn’t because the body was unrecognizable, rather, it seemed like he’d only just remembered you were there, watching him. His overcast lashes lifted, and his dark gaze met yours in a moment that caused your chest to ache.

Jack the Ripper wore Raiden like a second skin.

He was something hotter and unrestrained. You’d seen glimpses of him before in stories, in rumors whispered by men who’d seen “The Ripper” firsthand, and in moments like this, when the blonde you had begun to yearn for lost himself in bloodshed.

They said he was relentless, merciless even, yet, they didn’t say anything about the way that his presence could crawl under your nerves like flames, thrumming in the air between you and making you want to succumb yourself under his frosted bite.

A low hiss of his voice came from somewhere deep in his chest as he finally moved, flicking his wrist in a sharp, violent motion to project the blood from his blade.

“Raiden?” You called, careful to keep your voice even.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid the sword back into its sheath with a deliberate slowness, as if forcing himself to do the motion at all. His gaze stayed fixed on you, scanning you the same way he’d scoured the field earlier.

You swore you could hear his cybernetics whir faster; quiet, mechanical pulses keeping pace with an entity becoming more searing.

You took a step toward him, thick combat boots crunching over gravel and shell casings.

“Mission’s over,” You said, like maybe he just needed the reminder.

Raiden’s jaw shifted, faint enough that you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t spent so many hours studying his features and the way he carried himself.

“I know,” He replied, voice low.

He turned away before you could press further, starting the walk toward the safehouse you were both to stay in for the night. There was no way you could safely make it back to the helipad landing zone in the darkness of the region.

Raiden’s pace was unhurried and precise, but there was a tautness in his movements—a fraction more force in the way his titanium heels struck the ground, in the way his fists flexed at his sides as if resisting the urge to curl into weapons again.

You fell into step beside him, the silence stretching out. The cold air did little to cool the heat rolling off his normally chill frame; even from half a pace away, you could feel it, a sharp contrast to the night’s embrace.

“Something’s off with you,” You said finally, your voice hushed in the empty forest. “It has been all day.”

His gaze flicked to you sharply before snapping forward again. “I’m fine.”

It was a lie. A flimsy, paper-thin thing that couldn’t hope to cover the edges tearing through it.

His breathing wasn’t ragged, but it was intentional ; the kind of breath a man takes when he’s forcing himself to keep control. He didn’t look at you again, but in the fractured glass of a shopfront you caught the faint glint of his eyes tracking you.

The weight of it dragged over you like the slow pull of his blade’s edge, unyielding and scorching enough to make the air feel dense.

“Since when did you start lying to me?”

“I’m not lying,” Raiden replied.

“Ever since this morning you’ve just seemed so…” 

“So what? Enthralled by the thrill of murder? Like I’m getting off on cutting guys to shreds? Why? Are you scared, Vystrel?”

“No! It’s not that. I’d never be scared of you, Jack. It was just…You seemed on edge. More touchy. I don’t know, it’s weird. I feel like something’s wrong.”

He sighed. His right hand twitched again, alabaster claws digging into his metal palm as he flexed them, then relaxed. You didn’t think he was nervous. Raiden being nervous simply wasn’t a conceivable thought. He was a man who was always sure of his actions, however self destructive they may be.

The feeling you observed from him now was something darker. You caught the faint grind of his teeth before his steel jaw loosened, and he ran a hand up to push his sweat-ridden bangs back from his forehead, before they fell back into place and shadowed his eyes once more.

You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you could feel something in the way he moved. His pace continued to be calculated, each step heavy and measured as if he was keeping something on a short leash that was eager to snap at any moment.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Raiden bit.

You raised a brow, “But it’s like, you’re more short with me than normal. Did I upset you somehow?”

Usually, Raiden let you talk without complaint, simply humming or scoffing in response. Occasionally he’d smile, or lightly push you to knock you off balance as a joke. Tonight, every word and look seemed to make him tighter, silence kissing his words and sealing them away from your prying ears.

“God…so fucking clueless,” Raiden whispered under his breath.

“Excuse me?”

“...Nothing.” He rolled his eyes.

What was with him? 

You decided to remain silent, not wanting to irritate him more than you already had.

Suddenly, your gaze caught a faint streak of crimson on his cheek. It was subtle, but enough to draw your attention. It was such a stark contrast to the Oxycyte that fueled the majority of his body. A part of you wondered if Raiden liked seeing the blood, feeling the pain from injuries on his face, one of the last remaining pieces of his human form.

“Jack…” You whispered, stepping closer. “You’re bleeding.”

His jaw tightened, the sharp line of his metallic plates rigid as he didn’t answer. His steps didn’t falter, but the subtle hitch in his breath betrayed the truth.

You reached out instinctively, brushing a thumb over the streak of blood. The moment your skin touched his cheek, he flinched, head jerking back sharply.

“What are you doing?” His voice was dangerously tense.

“Wiping this away,” You said softly, leaning in and letting your fingers linger, “before it dries.”

He growled, a frustrated sound that rumbled in his chest. “I… don’t need your help, Vystrel.”

You smirked faintly, ignoring the sharp edge in his tone. “Sorry, you know I like to pry. Besides, you look better without the blood. Though… a little feral does suit you.”

He flinched at the word, his cheeks turning paler, “Feral? I’m not some animal…” His breath hitched, clearly struggling to maintain control, “...”

Leaning just a bit closer, you let your thumb brush again over the metal plate along his jawline. “There. All better now.”

He inhaled, pupils contracting almost violently.

“…You’re a pain in the ass,” He muttered.

For a moment, he seemed to falter, unsure whether to shove you away or stay frozen under your touch. But, you stepped back, enough to give him space but not enough to relieve the tension.

Suddenly, your foot caught on a loose tree root hidden by the brush and leaves. You stumbled, arms flailing and causing you to be thrown off balance. Before you could fall, strong alloy hands grabbed your waist, steadying you with a grip that was firm and borderline possessive.

Raiden’s eyes snapped to you, flashing dangerously close. His jaw tightened and his silicone bottom lip pressed hard against his upper flesh one. Then, he cursed under his breath, voice irritated and raspy, “Fuck, watch where you’re going.”

His vexation was sharp, but there was something raw beneath it, akin to a tension wound so tight it might fracture and dissipate into thin air.

You glanced up at him, caught between amusement and something unspoken in the heat of his gaze.

He somewhat pulled back, the pulse racing beneath his fingertips impossible to miss, before letting you go and ushering you behind him so he could ensure a safe path forward.

The rest of the walk was a lesson in restraint—though you couldn’t tell if it was his or yours.

Raiden’s eyes focused elsewhere, but you could feel the piercing daggers from them all the same, ghosting over you in stolen intervals. You caught it in the faint hitch of his breath when your shoulder brushed his, in the fractional tilt of his head when your scent of gunpowder, sweat, and the notes of floral blossoms that had melted into your skin sifted in the air between you.

“You keep staring,” You said finally, not looking at him.

“I’m not,” Raiden immediately retorted.

“You totally are.”

His heels dug into the dirt just a tad bit heavier.

“Why would I stare? You flatter yourself too much,” He scoffed.

You frowned, trying to focus on the way the bottom of his coat swayed softly from the wind and rain, instead of the hollow rejection forming from his words.

The safehouse loomed into view, just a miniscule shadow against the city’s broken skyline crested above the abyssal-like ocean. He moved ahead to the door with a key in hand, his motions concise as he unlocked it.

But you saw the way his silvery fingers lingered on the wooden frame before he pushed it open, perhaps needing some type of grounding before entering the house alongside you for the night.

If you didn’t know him better, you might think he was avoiding you. But then again… maybe he was. Especially after today’s events, it seemed like any moment Raiden touched you was immediately turned into something that annoyed him, or worse, disgusted him.

Had you two truly grown as close as you’d hoped? Or were you the only one feeling something swell between you night after night, mission after mission? Your mind drifted back to the Codec call he had with Hal about Rose.

The door shut behind you with a dull thud that seemed to echo in the stillness, swallowing the world outside and your inner thoughts. Inside, the safehouse was cozy and furnished, the dim glow of a lamp illuminating the interior. The faint smell of mahogany clung to the air and mingled with the chill wind that had been let in from the night air.

Raiden didn’t move immediately. He stood near the window, body rigid, staring out as if searching for something that wasn’t there. The faint hum of his cybernetics pulsed quietly beneath the surface of his plated body, syncing with the rapid beat of your own heart.

You took a step forward, then another, closing the distance cautiously, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his eyes flicked briefly to you. They were sharp, burning with an intensity that made your skin prickle, before darting away again.

You found yourself watching him more than looking around, tracing the tense line of his jaw, the subtle twitch of his fingers, the way his shoulders flexed, and the way his posture slightly hunched over. There was a feral energy simmering just beneath the surface, something raw and impatient, and it thrummed in the charged air between you.

“What?” Raiden asked, raising a brow.

“Nothing,” You shrugged.

He moved suddenly then, turning away from the window and pulling out a cigarette with mechanical precision. The small flame of the lighter flared to life, casting shadows across his sharp features and the soft slope of his nose as he took a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a veil.

You watched, breath catching at the way his chest rose and fell beneath his coat, the quiet exhale trembling with something unspoken. The cigarette wasn’t just a futile habit tonight—it was a release, a way to claw back control from whatever was threatening to spill over.

You took a cautious step closer, voice low. “I thought Sunny told you to stop.”

He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, “Well, Sunny’s not here.”

The words hit like a challenge, and the tension snapped taut once more, thick with everything left unsaid and all the fire simmering just beneath the surface.

“No, she’s not… But I am.”

You snatched the cigarette from Raiden’s lips with a precise swiftness, before inserting it between your own lips and sucking on it softly to inhale the smoke. You could taste where his tongue had been pressed on the filter, causing a flush to sweep over your cheeks at the indirect kiss.

Raiden simply stared at you in a stupor, eyeing the way your fingers came up to take a drag from the cigarette, the smoke pressing gently across his face as you breathed out, eyes narrowed and head tilted low.

His lips parted, as if he were to speak, but no words came out. He seemed almost dazed.

You wanted to tease him about the look on his face, when suddenly, his body started emitting high-pitched noises, beeps and sounds you had never heard from him before. His blue eyes widened, pressing a button on his visor to see what the issue was. 

“Fuck. Shit,” He cursed, and the air between you turned more frantic, “This cannot be fucking happening.”

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You asked.

Raiden’s jaw tightened, the low hum of his systems increasing to a rapid, almost frantic whir as he avoided your gaze.

“I’m fine,” He hissed. 

His hands flexed at the base of his visor, mechanical fingers trembling with restless precision.

You furrowed your brows, studying him curiously. “You don’t look fine. Your body is loud. I don’t think it normally does that, Jack.”

“It’s… malfunctioning,” He muttered, “Just ignore it.”

You stepped a little closer, leaning over to exhale smoke in a lazy curl toward his face, letting it brush across his cheek.

“Mm, I can’t ignore it. You’re freaking out too much. It’s worrying me,” You said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes.

His pupils dilated slightly at your gentle touch, a faint flicker of blue running underneath the lenses of his visor. The sound of nanomachines shifted subtly, his chestplate rising and falling unevenly beneath his coat.

“Don’t…” Raiden warned, restrained, but the tension in every syllable betrayed the faltering hold he had on himself.

“What? I’m just checking on you. Can’t have my favorite cyborg keel over from…whatever this is, right?”

“Favorite…?” A sharp inhale escaped him, quick and jagged. His eyes flicked down briefly to your lips, then snapped back to the wall behind you before retracting his visor. “You don’t need to check on me. I’m fine. I’ll deal with this.” 

“But Jack, you’re trembling,” You murmured, reaching out to brush a fingertip across the ridge of his steel jaw, not thinking twice.

He froze, a shudder running through his chest, and for the first time, you saw a sharp flare of something more primal ignite in his eyes. His systems started beeping louder, buzzing faster, as though the sensors themselves were struggling to contain what he was feeling.

“I…” He was beginning to pant now, breath uneven, and it carried a weight that made the air between you electric, living up to his codename.

You blinked, leaning just enough for your shoulder to brush against his. “Jack…?”

He didn’t answer immediately. His head tilted slightly, and his chest pressed forward against your arm in an almost imperceptible way. His lips parted, a raspy noise escaping as he exhaled sharply. The pulse in his neck throbbed in sync with the whine of his cybernetics.

“Stop touching me,” He finally commanded, but it didn’t carry the urgency of an order.

“I barely–”

“ Please,” Raiden practically whined.

The sound made your eyes widen, and you took the cigarette from your lips, shoveling it under your boot before looking back into Raiden’s dazed face.

This time, he stepped impossibly closer, causing you to back into the wall with his chest pressing against yours in a way that made the distance between you nonexistent. His eyes burned into you like you were a prey he was set on devouring.

Your pulse stuttered at the proximity, but you thought it was just adrenaline or excitement still wearing off from the mission.

“Okay… okay,” You whispered, moving only slightly to give him space, which he subsequently denied.

A deep, harsh exhale slipped from him, and before you realized what he was doing, Raiden’s hand shot up, brushing against the streak of blood on his cheek from earlier where your fingertips had been. His deft mechanical ones trembled ever so slightly as he pressed them against the side of your face, his touch both hesitant and dominant as the blood smeared into your soft skin.

The heat that radiated off of his cheeks, organic and alive, hit you unexpectedly, and you felt your heart rate increase. “Jack…”

He pressed a fraction closer, his lips, flesh and silicone, just brushing against your temple.

Raiden’s systems became louder, almost uncomfortably so, with his breath fanning hot steam against your skin. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, palpable and undeniable, and for the first time, you realized what could possibly be wrong with him.

But there was no way it could be that…

Your heart pounded, mind racing, still partially clueless to the full force of what he was feeling. 

All you knew was that the weight of him, the heat, the alarms, the trembling mechanics, and the sharp, intoxicating scent of his warm metal, was almost too much to bear, and that Raiden was losing his restraint in a way you hadn’t seen before.

Raiden’s hand didn’t move away. Instead, it pressed firmer, tracing the line of your jaw as if he could anchor himself into your skin. The whir of his cybernetics spiked, erratic and urgent, every pulse synchronized with the quickening of your own heartbeat.

You froze under the press of his alloy against your skin, your veins thrumming with blood. “Jack… are you—?”

“Don’t,” He seethed, trying to keep himself in check.

“I-Is this…”

“Yes,” The word ripped out of him..

“Oh…”

You were stunned, the sudden realization becoming all too real. He wasn’t just struggling; he was aroused , undone, the composure he wore in every mission shattered now in your presence.

“Jack…” You whispered again, more insistent this time, searching his face. “Do you…Are you saying that you want me?”

His hand pressed firmer along your jaw, thumb stroking once more and trembling faintly.

“More than I should,” He admitted, dripping with a hunger he couldn’t mask.

Your heart stuttered at the confession, your mind catching on the implications. He had been fighting his want for you this whole time, and the awareness of it was dizzying, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once.

You tilted your head, searching his sharp, electric gaze that brewed storms and hailed upon your resolve to keep your feelings to yourself. “I thought you never… looked at me that way.”

Raiden’s lips parted, then closed again, a rough, uneven exhale leaving his robotic lungs. “I… I thought I made it obvious that I did.” His voice was strangled, laden with frustration and desire.

“Not at all. More like the opposite. I thought you had begun to hate me.” You whispered.

Raiden’s jaw worked, tension pulling at every line of his face. The seam where his flesh met metal strained. He seemed almost embarrassed. “Fuck…”

You didn’t know what to say, still reeling in from his admission, so you decided to wait for him to speak.

“My body is… I’m like this, because I need you so badly… Have wanted you for so long…I can’t control it.” His hand stayed pressed to your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin in tiny, sharp strokes, like he couldn’t stop himself. “It’s like my system became overwhelmed with you… How my heart gets so rapid, how my wiring starts to overheat...”

You blinked, trying to reconcile Raiden; the lethal, controlled soldier, with the flustered, desperate, nearly unhinged man he was becoming in front of you. 

He groaned, head tilting back slightly, teeth grinding together in that half-metallic way he had when restraining himself. The trembling along his arms beneath his coat, the hitch in his breath, the faint tremor of his hydraulic systems…was all directed at you, all because of you , and the recognition made your pulse spike in tandem.

Raiden shook his head, fighting against himself, “Every time you’ve touched me, every time you get a kick out of teasing me, that little stunt you pulled earlier… Tsk, you have no idea what… what you do to me,” He admitted awkwardly, but the raw edge of lust bled through every syllable, clearer to your eyes more than ever now. 

Looking back on how erratic his behavior had been recently, everything began to make more sense, and a flutter in your stomach made you want to melt beneath the man’s touch, the man whom you’d longed after for so many months. 

You leaned just enough to close the distance, letting your forehead brush lightly against his own. “Guess I do now.”

Raiden shuddered, a low growl slipping past his lips, and he didn’t try to pull back. His systems whined around you, the erratic beeping and hums mirroring the chaos building inside his core, as though his body itself was finally able to purchase control over the dwindling restraint he fought to possess.

Your pulse raced, heat prickling along your skin as you began to understand just how raw and real this side of the blonde was.

All this time, you had assumed Raiden’s composure was unshakable, that there was no way you would ever be able to fully connect with him and consume his heart like Rose had. That you could never replace the love she had given him and make him feel the way she did.

It caught you off guard in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Not the closeness, not the pressure of his alloyed form against you, not even the heat radiating off him, but the unmistakable need that he could no longer mask. You had never imagined he could be this feral, unrestrained, vulnerable, let alone for you… and yet, somehow, that vulnerability was terrifyingly intoxicating.

Your thumb traced his hard jawline in slow, deliberate strokes.

Raiden blinked at you, something caught between exasperation and desperation in his electric blue gaze.

“I’ve always—” He stopped, breaths sharp and ragged. “…I’ve always felt this. But it’s… harder than you think, keeping it contained. Being around you…” His hand tightened slightly, the brush of his sleek claws against your skin sharp enough to send a jolt through your veins. “It makes me wild. Every instinct, every node, every part of me wants you. Wants you so badly I can’t fucking keep it under control anymore.”

You swallowed, your breath hitching as the weight of his confession pressed into you.

Your mind raced, realizing that every past twitch, every unexpected glare, every moment of his rigid control that had slipped—the flares of tension, the sharp movements, the way his eyes seemed to linger too long, his awkward words and fumbled actions—had all been him fighting against himself . And now, standing here, you were finally seeing the full force of what that fight had cost him.

Your fingers treaded lower, brushing inside of his leather sleeve and feeling the tremble of his wired forearm. You slowly rubbed your index finger along his wrist in delicate circles.

His lips parted in a ragged exhale as Oxycyte pulsated scorchingly through his body’s siphons.

“I can’t…” Raiden breathed, voice tight and on the verge of breaking. “…I can’t be calm around you. You make it impossible. I fight it, I fight it so hard, but being near you, just fucking being near you, drives me to the edge. To whatever the fuck this is . God, I’m pathetic. ”

His intensity settled over you, suffocating you with his desires and veracity. You had known Raiden as the lethal, precise soldier. Controlled, calculated, sometimes cold and unrelenting, while other times gentle, soft and silly.

Yet now, that facade was unraveling right before your eyes, and he was becoming a creature of desire and instinct, raw and exposed.

And it was all because of you.

The revelation hit your chest with a jolt: he wasn’t just capable of lusting for you.

No, he needed more than that.

He needed to devour you, to fill you with himself and give you the honor of feeling his passion and unrelenting hunger to transform you into nothing more than a mess made by a carapace of a man. A man who craved for the touch of something holy, the closest to heaven he could ever taste.

He wanted you carnally, and it broke through every barrier he’d ever maintained. Every careful, measured word, every controlled movement, every snide comment or sardonic grievance had been a struggle against the pull of his instincts; against you.

Consequently, Jack had reached his limit.

Raiden’s chest heaved, mechanical whines spiking in urgency as his hands lowered, lingered near your waist, thumb stroking along your hips with a delicate precision.

“Fuck, do you feel that?” He rasped, pressing himself flush against you. “That’s what you do to me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, every part of me is screaming to take you.” His voice dropped, darker and guttural. “I’m done pretending I can control it. To hell with that.”

You caught your breath, heart hammering, warmth spreading through your body as the enormity of his admission sank in further. This was Raiden—the man who rarely let anyone in—unraveling, confessing, losing himself to you .

Somewhere deep in your chest, a small, thrilling part of you quivered at the thought: he was yours, at least in this moment. Every pulse, every tremor, every feral motion of his body was a response to you, and you had never before felt more powerfully, dangerously close to someone in your life.

“Are you scared of me?” Raiden’s voice was edged with that twisted, feral thrill. “Of…Jack?” The words weren’t timid, but instead, they slithered like a threat, manic like the predator he truly was.

“I already told you, I could never be scared of you,” You stated firmly, lifting your fingers under his chin to bring his face up to meet yours. His eyes glinted with something unhinged, chaotic desire sparkling underneath the controlled rage he usually wore.

You swallowed, heat rising as his body pressed harder against yours, claws teasing along your side. The pulse in his chest beat in time with the erratic rhythm of his cybernetics, sending shivers through your body.

“Jack…”

“I…” His jaw clenched, cold alloy scraping lightly against your cheek as he lowered his face, hot breath fanning over your lips. “I shouldn’t want you like this… but fuck, I do. I want every sound you make… every gasp… every shiver…I want to see your expressions…I want to feel every part of you.”

He didn’t pull back. If anything, his grip tightened, dragging you flush against him until you could feel the hard ridges of his plated body wedging into you.

His other hand came up, alloy thumb brushing slowly across your lower lip before pressing just enough to part it. The calculated movement made your breath hitch, and when his thumb pressed to your tongue, the feral hunger in his eyes sent a jolt straight to your core.

“You like that?” Raiden growled, voice laced with a husky edge. His forehead pressed against yours, hot and demanding. “No, I know you do. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.”

Your cheeks flushed; had he noticed how badly you had wanted him as well? It made you feel embarrassed. You had assumed him to be somewhat dense when it came to flirtation… Maybe he had truly noticed, or perhaps he was only saying it to gain more control over the situation at the moment.

Warmth radiated off of his body, and the tight grip he held around your waist felt like a possessive claim from him. If Raiden could, he would sink his teeth into your veins and drain them so that no one else could ever feel and consume you the way he could.

He’d tear every wire free from his body’s encasings and tether it to your skin, bounding you to forever be fused and melted to him, and he’d pour his soldered feelings deep into your heart.

Raiden chuckled then, a dark, sexy laugh that bordered on derangement, “God, you make me insane.”

He buried his face against your throat, the scrape of his teeth, enamel and metal, ghosted over your pulse point, sending a shiver spiraling down your spine. It felt dangerous, having Jack the Ripper touching you like he couldn’t decide whether to spare or devour you, but the thrill of it also made something stir within your body.

“Your scent, fuck…” Raiden inhaled, ragged and greedy. “Do you have any idea what it does to me? Every time I’m near you, I can’t think straight.”

A soft gasp escaped you, your body arching involuntarily at his words. “Is that why you told me to stop wearing my perfume?” You managed.

“Obviously,” He growled against your skin. “Did you really not notice?” His clawed hand dug into your hip, pulling it flush against the hard ridges of his pelvis.

“This was not obvious, idiot,” You shot back, but your voice broke halfway, betraying how hard it was to keep steady with him touching you like this.

He let out a low chuckle. “Tsk. You’re cruel.” His hand flexed against your waist. “Making me starve while acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Raiden’s chest heaved, the beeping that had seemed to fade into the background spiking in rhythm with the rapid beat of his heart. His blue eyes were wide, pupils dilated and fixed on your lips. 

Your eyes fell half-lidded, breath hitching. “Jack, what do you want?”

A sharp, ragged exhale escaped him, and his lips parted. Then, slowly, his grip on you tightened, his knee pressing between your legs as he cornered you against the wall. “You know damn well what I want.”

He nuzzled your jawline with this nose, peppering a kiss along it. “I just.. I have to hear you say it, too.”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as his own now hovered threateningly close to them, “I need you, Jack.”

“Say it again,” Raiden rasped dangerously, “ Please.”

Your throbbing heart raced as you leaned further in, letting your lips brush against his. “I… I need you,” You repeated, voice trembling slightly under the weight of his stare.

A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck… goddamn it.” 

Raiden seemed like he wanted to restrain himself once more, hesitation making his fingers tremble. You decided to finally bridge the miniscule gap that remained between the two of you, tugging on the belt of his leather coat and crashing your lips against his. 

He immediately threw his visor to the side and moaned into your mouth, keeping one hand on your hip while the other came up to thread through your hair. His claws lightly dug into your scalp, causing you to sigh against his lips.

The blonde claimed yours with desperate force, the kiss deepening fast and becoming messy. The sensation of his lips was a bit odd, one silicone and one flesh, but not unpleasant. If anything, it only turned you on even more, the uncanny smoothness of the bottom one feeling cool against your heated body. 

Suddenly, Raiden backed you into the wall, grabbing your wrists with one of his strong mechanical hands and forcing it above your head as he began to kiss you with more fervor.

His warm tongue licked around your lips, tasting the balm from your chapstick as the wetness from his saliva chilled on your skin. You parted your lips for him, allowing his prodding tongue to enter into your mouth. He began lapping it around your teeth, feeling the insides of your cheeks and slotting it against your own tongue.

It slid against yours in a brutal rhythm, like he was trying to consume the very breath from your lungs. A groan rattled from deep in his chest, vibrating through you as he pressed harder, his body crowding yours until your back was now pressing harshly into the wall. The gentle rain outside was a stark contrast to the rough ministrations occurring between you and the cyborg.

Your wrists struggled against his hold on you, and you wanted to touch him so badly, so, you used your hips to slightly start bucking against him.

Raiden groaned into your mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue to suck and taste you thoroughly. You could feel the ridges of his teeth and the iron taste from his metallic ones on the bottom half of his jaw. 

His breaths became needier as he sought to devour every inch of your mouth, quickly exhaling through his nose and his steam heating you up. You could taste the aftermath of the cigarette that had been in his mouth, slightly tangy, bitter, and enthralling all the same.

Raiden’s other hand that wasn’t holding your wrists in place was cupped under your jaw, alloy guiding you to meet his mouth’s movements and stay pliant for him. Not like you would resist him much anyways.

Unexpectedly, Raiden bit down on your lip harshly, drawing it taut between his teeth before letting it pull back. His alabaster claws dug slightly into your cheek, and you couldn’t help but gasp into his mouth at the lewd action.

“Jack… Let me, ah, let me touch you…” You sighed, tangling your tongue around the blonde’s. 

Your wrists struggled against his grasp, and he nipped at your lip again before emitting a low growl, “ No.”

You ushered your hips forward, gyrating them carefully into Raiden’s structured hips as he continued lapping at your mouth. He groaned at the sensation, pulling back away just a tad from your face, and looking at you for the first time since you had started making out.

His blue eyes, half-lidded, were dark and full of vigor, and you could tell he wanted to painstakingly ravish you. His chest heaved, and the metal on his body was extremely warm to touch, and felt pleasant against your skin that had already begun to sweat. 

Raiden looked so extremely desperate.

He let go of your wrists, causing them to fall down and find purchase behind his neck and twisting into his platinum hair. 

Before you could speak, his claws came up and fisted in your own hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat, his mouth moving from your lips to suck at the sensitive skin just under your jaw. His teeth scraped at your skin, biting harshly before licking the spot with his tongue and leaving long, cool stripes.

He pressed further into you, angling his head to suck at the spot behind your ear. You sighed, curling your fingers tightly in his hair and letting your mouth drop open at the feeling.

“Jack…”

Raiden hummed against your skin, leaving dark bruises of mauve and cerise, before nibbling at your earlobe and licking along the shell of your ear. His breath was hot from his internal systems overheating, and it sent chills down your spine as he breathed against you.

You dug your nails gently into his scalp, and his breaths came ragged, needy, as though every ounce of restraint he’d clung to was being stripped away with every sound you made and touch you granted him.

The sharp claws of his free hand slid down your side, catching on the buckles and straps of your gear. He let out a low, guttural growl and suddenly yanked, layers of kevlar and nylon tearing under the force of his grip. Pieces of your gear fell loose, scattering to the floor.

Raiden then took the edges of his nails and dragged them down your shirt, slicing it open to hang loose and expose your torso.

“What’s wrong with you?! Those were expensive!” You reprimanded him, giving his hair a harsh tug. Though your face probably betrayed your words, since it was contorted up in pleasure from his sinful lips.

“Don’t care. It’s in the way.” He snarled against your throat, grinding his hips into yours with punishing pressure.

You felt the hard line of his erection through his codpiece, his thigh wedged firmly between your legs and pressing exactly where you needed him most. The friction drew an involuntary whimper from you, muffled as he swallowed the sound in another bruising kiss.

Your lips were definitely swollen by now, feeling slightly numb as he relentlessly attacked them and bit.

He jostled his knee higher, forcing your legs apart and grinding into you in a rhythm that had your body arching back against the wall. Each thrust of his hips was matched with a sharp, hungry kiss, his tongue dragging across your teeth, and his groans vibrating into your mouth.

Your fingers clawed at the belt of his coat, drawing his hips closer with each thrust. You wanted to take it off so you could fully see his body, but he only swatted your hands away, pressing harsh kisses down your neck before biting on your collarbone. You whimpered, biting your lip.

Suddenly, Raiden brought a claw up, cutting the front of your bra open and causing it to split apart before falling off your shoulders. You quickly brought your arms up to cover your chest, but Raiden scoffed, pinning your wrists against the wall above your head once more with one hand, his other roaming over your newly exposed skin, nails leaving light trails that burned in their wake.

“Don’t hide from me baby,” Raiden panted against your lips, his voice raw. He ground against you harder, savoring every sound that spilled from you. 

You felt your knees grow weak at baby, feeling aroused from experiencing this side of Raiden. A man usually so composed, now a lustful and unholy man stripped down to the base of his instincts.

Before you could even recover, his head dipped lower, mouth closing hot and wet around the swell of your chest. The sharp scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin made you gasp, your back arching helplessly into him as his tongue dragged slow circles over your nipple.

A husky sound rumbled out of him, half-growl, half-moan, vibrating through your flesh as he sucked harder, like he wanted to sear you from the inside out.

His free hand molded roughly over your other breast, warm palm and alloyed fingers kneading possessively, rolling and pinching until you whimpered. He grunted at the sound, his hips jerking against you as though every little noise was fuel to his fire.

He lightly scraped your hardened nipple with his claws, an intense feeling that oh so differed from the soft ways of his wicked mouth.

“Fuck,” Raiden muttered against your skin, words muffled by the wet seal of his lips before he pulled back with a slick pop, leaving your chest glistening. 

He didn’t get far before your hand slid between the two of you, brushing over the bulge straining beneath his codpiece. The effect was instant; his breath caught, his whole body going rigid above you as your fingers worked the clasps loose.

Raiden moaned your name, his voice came out strangled and warning, but it broke off into a raspy sigh when you slipped your hand inside, wrapping around the heat of him.

Of course, you’d given thought to what his cock could possibly be like before, during your late night episodes of touching yourself to the thought of him, much to the disappointment of your morals. 

It was no different than one you’d find on a regular human body, almost identical to the organic skin of his pale face. His tip was reddened, and his cock throbbed with a searing want at being exposed before you. You wondered if Raiden felt shy, considering you don’t think he’d been intimate with someone since before he turned into a cyborg. Perhaps you’d indulge in soothing any lingering worries with him a little later.

His forehead thunked against your shoulder, teeth gritting as your fist stroked slow, deliberate pulls down his length. The slick bead of precum smeared over your palm, letting you pump him harder and faster. Every flex of your wrist had his sinew hips twitching, his claws biting into your waist like he was trying to anchor himself.

“Goddamn it…” Raiden hissed, a shudder running through him as you squeezed his shaft tighter, dragging your thumb across the sensitive head. His hips bucked up into your hand helplessly, mechanical whir rising in pitch with each ragged groan. 

You carefully dragged your finger along the slit at the top, then down the soft curve, before slightly rubbing it on the underside. You could feel his veins throbbing, swelling up with Oxycyte and making his cock harden even more.

“You’re shaking,” You whispered, lips brushing his ear gently.

“Shut up,” He rasped, but his voice cracked on the words, sharp breath tumbling into a moan as you twisted your grip. “ Ah, fuck.”

He lasted another few strokes before his patience snapped; with a growl, he tore your hand off him, claws locking around your wrist. His chest heaved, eyes dark and wild as he shoved you back against the wall.

“Enough,” He snarled.

He dragged his claws down, fingers grazing over your ribcage, then to your hip, and slid lower, hooking into the waistband of your utility pants. Without hesitation, he sliced down hard; fabric tearing with the screech of rending seams. 

Raiden’s claws scraped against your hips as he shoved the ruined fabric lower, letting it fall uselessly around your thighs. His breath came hot and ragged against your ear, his body towering over yours, pinning you between the wall and the furnace of his chest.

Before you could even move, his hands were on your hips, spinning you roughly to face the wall. His palm pressed firm against the small of your back, pushing you forward, your cheek against the cold surface. He kicked your legs apart with his knee, bending you into place.

His cock, slick and swollen, pressed up against the soaked fabric of your panties a moment later. He bit his bottom lip, taking a look at the sight before him, until he gripped his cock, angling it in between your thighs and grinding hard between your legs.

The heat of his body caged you in, chest to your back, his mouth trailing along the nape of your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises as he ground his hips against your ass. The bulge of him dragged between your thighs, the friction maddening.

“Jack—” You gasped, your palms pressing to the wall in front of you for balance as he rolled his hips with a slow, punishing rhythm. The thick ridge of him dragged hard against your core as he fucked your thighs with reckless abandon, the thin strip of material doing nothing to dull the heat that sparked up your spine.

The friction was brutal and needy as he rutted against you, his growls quavering hotly in your ear. “This is what you do to me...”

His lips latched again onto your neck, biting hard. Every piston of his cock between your thighs and the catch of the head along your clit, had you tilting your head back, uselessly bunching your fists up on the wall.

You heard him suck in a sharp breath at the sensation, and his motions became needier. Your thighs felt extremely damp from his precum.

Your knees wavered, and he caught you with an arm locked tight across your stomach, keeping you pinned while he rutted against you like he couldn’t bear a second of distance. The slick fabric between you only made it worse; unbearable friction, the kind that left you gasping with each drag.

“Fuck… you’re already so wet for me,” Raiden hissed into your skin, his breath sultry and hot against your ear. His claws curled into your thigh as he ground himself harder between your legs, shuddering when you whimpered and shifted back into him. They were surely to leave small crescent indents and trails of red etched on your skin.

Your whimper caught in your throat as he growled and shoved his thigh back between yours, his knee grinding up against your clit, spreading glossy heat across the hard sinew muscle of his leg. 

Raiden’s breath came ragged in your ear as he pressed flush against you again. 

“I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was raw, wrecked with hunger. “Turn around.”

Your head was still spinning when his strong hands seized your hip, yanking you back from the wall and spinning you around as though you weighed nothing at all. The abrupt movement stole the air from your lungs, and before you could even find your footing, his body slammed you against the wall again, this time face-to-face with him.

Raiden wasted no time. One sharp swipe of his claws and the soaked strip of your panties tore away, fluttering to the floor. 

Suddenly, you felt a chill protrusion at your entrance. Raiden had retracted his claws and started rubbing languidly around your entrance with one of his alloy fingers. He gathered your slick as he slotted it between your folds, then inched it up to massage in small circles around your clit.

You arched your back, sucking in a sharp breath as he coaxed one digit into you, beginning to stroke it along your warm, soft walls while his other nudged and prodded your bud. 

“Nngh, Jack…” You sighed.

The cyborg simply looked at you, a small smirk plastered on his upper lip as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them to cover them in saliva, before sliding two back inside of you. 

“I’ll have to get a full taste later,” Raiden spoke, gently nudging the sensitive spot near your cervix with his fingertips, “But for now, this will have to do.”

You elicited a cry, your hips chasing his fingers as he prodded them back and forth, scissoring you open and causing lewd squelching sounds to derive from your wetness. The cool touch from his metal alongside your searing hot cunt was such an indescribable feeling, and the unintended temperature play was definitely turning you on even more.

Raiden then took his index and middle finger, and positioned them in a way where he could quickly thrust them in and out of you. Instead of solely moving his fingers, he leveraged the weight of his whole wrist, using it to hit deeper inside you at a more unrelenting pace. The edge of his palm brushed against your clit each time, causing you to whine pleas of his name and for him to not stop.

Raiden’s simply hummed, and his eyes burned into yours, wild and unrestrained. He took a look at the mess he had made out of you, similar to a bitch in heat, and he withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to your lips and forcing you to suck on your own slick.

You whined around his fingers, tasting alloy and your own fluids, annoyed at his ministrations unexpectedly stopping. 

Then, to your surprise, Raiden slid his fingers out of your mouth, and dug his claws into the meat of your thigh as he hooked it up around his waist beneath his coat. 

You gasped, fingers scrambling at his shoulders, but Raiden only growled, hitching your other leg up with brutal strength until both were locked tight around him. The sudden stretch left you caged in, pinned between the wall and the merciless heat of his metal body.

His cock slapped hard against your bare heat, dragging slick between your folds as he ground against you. It became wetter from the motion, making it lubed up and easier for when he finally inserted it inside you.

“God, Jack—” You moaned, voice breaking when the thick head of him caught on your clit, pressure unbearable.

He smirked against your throat, teeth flashing as he bit down, sucking another bruise into your already tarnished skin.

“You wanted this,” Raiden hummed, hips rutting harder, grinding the length of his cock along your slit until every nerve felt scalded. “Such a naughty girl.”

Raiden snarled, his control shattering in an unfiltered, gravelly sound as he shifted his hips and pressed the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. His claws tightened around your thighs, holding you suspended and trapped against the wall with nowhere to go but onto him.

And then he drove forward, burying himself inside you with a single, brutal thrust.

You immediately threw your hands behind his neck, holding on for dear life as he buried fully inside of you. His cock was spearing you open, the intrusion slightly punishing considering his bigger length.

A strangled cry ripped from your throat as his hips slammed evenly against yours, the sheer force of him jolting your body higher up the wall. Your back scraped against the cold surface, but you barely noticed; not with Raiden buried so deep inside you, stretching you around every inch of his cock.

“Ah!” Your nails clawed at his shoulders, raking down his sensitive spine and feeling every ridge and plate of his metallic body through his coat. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to stifle the broken moan tearing from your chest. 

Raiden didn’t give you time to adjust. He drew back only halfway before thrusting forward again, the brutal snap of his hips making the wall shudder behind you. The wet sound of his cock driving into you filled the narrow space, mixed with the deep groan rumbling from his chest.

He had you imprisoned perfectly; your thighs locked around his waist, your ankles crossed together, and his claws biting into your flesh to keep you pinned like prey. Every shove of his thick cock hit sharply, shaking you apart against the unforgiving wall.

“You feel that?” He whispered, forehead pressed hard against yours, his voice wrecked with hunger. “Fuck…”

You tried to answer, but Raiden’s relentless rhythm left your words cut into gasps and whimpers. Your head fell back against the wall, your entire body trembling with each slam of his hips, the shock of pleasure tightening through your core.

Raiden only pounded harder, pace arduous, his teeth dragging over your jaw before he bit down on your shoulder with a muffled groan. The desperate and feral sounds of the cyborg sent another wave of heat crashing through you.

Suddenly, he began attacking your lips with his own while his nails dug further into your skin. He had a tight hold on your waist, moderately cupping under your ass, while pushing you on and off of his cock with his inhuman strength. You felt like his personal fucktoy in the moment with the voracity of his need to consume you, and it only made you wetter on his cock.

You decided to give him his own treatment and suck on his tongue, causing him to moan into your mouth and greedily palm at your ass. He bucked his hips up into you harder, hitting the sensitive spot deep within you. 

“Hnngh! Jack!” You cried out, pulling away from his lips to bury your face in his neck. The scent from his coat drifted into your nostrils, and you bit your lip at how much Raiden was overwhelming every one of your senses.

“S-Shit…you’re so tight,” Raiden sighed, shifting slightly to hold you up with one arm, while his other briefly squeezed your breast before it braced against the wall behind you to allow himself to thrust deeper, harder, into your needy hole. “I-I’m close, fuck.”

He began rutting his hips into your cunt relentlessly. Your chest would have been moving a lot if it weren’t for his own now pressing flat to yours. The way his body jerked with each thrust made the ridges of his warm titanium and alloy rub against your nipples, back and forth, causing you to bite your lip. 

Your legs quivered around their hold on Raiden’s waist, your core simmering and overly sensitive as he dragged in and out. Something in your abdomen tightened, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of climaxing around the cyborg.

The sensation of the blonde filling you in every aspect had you panting heavily, and you couldn’t help but lick at his sinew neck, tasting the exposed tendons, wiring, and sculpted steel. Raiden sighed, steam fanning out as his thrusts became more sloppy and unpaced.

Instantaneously, he stilled, his claws breaking your skin as he hit his limit and bit your shoulder, his body finally given the blissful gift of orgasm as he came inside you. 

“H-Hah…” He growled, and it reverberated hotly against your sweaty skin. 

You felt his cum filling you up, the hot liquid, whether organic or artificial, you weren’t sure, seeping from his tip and plugging you up until it started to escape from where your bodies combined.

Raiden stayed like that for a moment, his breathing harsh as the rain outside began to pour louder. He then tilted your head to look him in the eyes. The sight you saw before you, a totally dazed and fucked out Raiden, had you subconsciously clench around where he still stayed inside you.

“Fuck—” He hissed at the feeling, gently lifting you so he could slide his slick cock out of you. 

Your legs came unwrapped from around his waist, and as soon as they touched the floor, they began to quiver with the aftershocks of sex. You started to tremble, but Raiden quickly caught a hold on you. You could feel his release starting to trickle down your thighs.

Raiden steadied you on shaky legs, his hands lingering possessively at your hips. His white claws had left faint crescents and droplets of crimson down your skin. His chest heaved against yours, steam curling faintly at his jaw hinges. For once, he looked wrecked and discomposed.

You smirked at the sight of him; sweat-damp platinum bangs clinging to his forehead, his upper lip kiss-bruised while the bottom one was glistening, and his cerulean eyes still burning molten through the haze. 

“Look at you,” You teased softly, brushing your thumb along his metal jaw. “Big, bad cyborg… made into a mess because of me.”

Raiden growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against your fingertips that lay there. “Careful,” He rasped, voice still hoarse. “I’ll put you right back against that wall.”

Instead of retreating, you tugged at his coat, guiding him backward until his knees hit the bed. He sat back, his heavy body indenting the blankets, still glaring up at you. His cock was already hard again, flushed and slick, twitching and aching for more.

You didn’t climb on top of him immediately. Rather, you bent over him, brushing your lips along his ear as your voice turned sweet, bordering on taunting. He seemed like he was carefully anticipating your next move.

“Mmm… I wonder what kind of kinks a cold man like you has,” You whispered. 

Raiden’s face flushed, his systems nearly icing over at your words. “W-What?”

You smiled, “Everyone has some, don’t they? I doubt you’re the exception, Jack.”

You could feel his gaze turn to you from your peripheral, and your teeth grazed his earlobe. Raiden shivered.

“I…I don’t.”

It was interesting how sheepish the blonde had suddenly become when he wasn’t the one with the reins anymore.

“Do you like being called a good boy? Maybe you like it when someone takes care of you.” You licked around the shell of his ear, “When they ride you nice and slow until you can’t think straight.”

Raiden stiffened beneath you, a sharp inhale giving him away despite the scowl hardening his face.

“Oh,” You cooed knowingly, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back against the mattress. “So that’s it, isn’t it? You like being praised. Maybe edged until you’re begging. Or…” Your fingers trailed down his carbon fiber abdomen, stopping just before his still-hard cock, “Maybe you like being ruined with no mercy at all.”

“Shut the fuck up,” He growled, but his hips jerked upward, betraying him again.

You grinned wickedly, fingers slipping to the leather belt that was haphazardly cinched around his coat. With one swift tug, you pulled it free, his waist raising slightly at the force, and the material dangling uselessly from your hands. 

“Sorry, Jack,” you purred, climbing onto the bed to straddle his thighs, the belt trailing from your hand. “This time, you shut up.”

Before he could snap back, you caught his wrists and pinned them above his head, threading the belt through and tying it tightly around his wrists. The sight of Raiden, lethal strength and raw power, suddenly bound and beneath you, sent a delicious rush straight to your core once again.

Raiden could easily break through his restraints if he wanted to, but you could tell he was shamefully enjoying this switch in dynamic between you two, no matter how much his words pierced.

He winced, narrow eyes burning into you, a dangerous mix of fury and need. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” He warned, voice a husky growl.

“Oh, I know exactly,” You murmured, lowering yourself just enough for your slick heat to drag along the rigid length of his cock. His breath stuttered, and you smirked. “And I’m going to make you say it. Tell me, what do you want, Jack?”

Raiden’s jaw clenched tight, teeth flashing in the low light. “Don’t—” He hissed, straining against the belt with a whir of his wirings, the leather of his restraint creaking but holding.

You rolled your hips down slowly, letting his cock slide hot and heavy along your folds, not yet taking him in. The look on his face, the war between his pride and his hunger, had you nearly trembling with delight.

“Don’t what?” You murmured, dragging your nails lightly over the tense steel plating of his chest. You scratched it deeper in some areas, causing him to sigh from his sensors reacting to it. “Don’t make you feel good? Don’t call out what turns you on?”

He growled, low and ragged, but his hips betrayed him again, bucking up into you. The belt strained against his wrists as he fought to keep still.

“Mmh… thought so,” You cooed, leaning in close, your lips grazing his jaw. “You like it when I’m in charge. When I tell you what a good boy you are.”

His eyes snapped to yours, glowing faintly in the shadows of the safehouse, wide with something dangerously close to desperation.

“Fuck you…” Raiden spat, but his voice cracked, pleading underneath the venom. His face turned paler, feeling flushed from your words.

You smirked and shifted your hips just so, letting his length catch against your entrance without sinking in. The sharp groan that tore out of him nearly unraveled you on the spot.

“Language,” You chided softly, your tone syrupy sweet. “You want me to ride you, don’t you, Jack? You want me to use you.”

He sucked in a harsh breath, the wires in his neck standing out as he fought the obscene moan threatening to break loose. His wrists flexed helplessly against the belt.

“Say it,” You sighed, rocking against him just enough to drag your wetness down his shaft. “Use your words… or I’ll leave you here like this, aching and begging under me to be touched.”

For a long moment, Raiden only stared at you with his faltering pride, his chest heaving, throat working around the sound he refused to let out. His pride burned in his eyes, but his body betrayed him; cock twitching, slick with precum from nothing more than your teasing.

Finally, through grit teeth, his voice broke. “…Please. Use me.”

Your smile turned positively wicked. Instead of sliding down onto him like he clearly expected, you trailed a hand over his soft stomach and shifted lower, slipping off his thighs until you were kneeling at the edge of the bed between them.

Raiden’s eyes widened, his head jerking up. “Wait, what are you—”

“Shhh.” You pressed a finger to his lips, then kissed the corner of his mouth. His cheek was extremely warm. “Good boys don’t question. They take what they’re given. Won’t you do that for me?”

Before he could form a retort, you wrapped your hand around his cock. His breath punched out in a ragged gasp, his hips jerking despite the way his tied hands fought against the belt. He was hot and impossibly hard in your palm, already dripping at the tip with his arousal.

“So needy…” You murmured, pumping him slowly, letting your thumb drag across his head to smear the mess. “Poor baby, you’ve been dying for this, haven’t you, Jack?”

A soft, broken sound slipped out of him before he bit down on it, head tilting back hard into the mattress.

“Don’t hide,” You cooed, tightening your grip just enough to make him twitch. “I want to hear every whimper and plea that comes from your pretty little face.”

And then you leaned down, tongue flicking at his tip before sliding your lips around him. Raiden choked on a gasp, hips shooting up and hands coming to thread in your hair before the belt forced his arms back.

“F–Fuck,” He groaned, the sound breaking into a desperate whine as you took him deeper, swirling your tongue around his length. You hollowed your cheeks out as you sucked around him, tasting his warmth and the bitterness from his leaking head. 

His legs tensed, thighs trembling, every motor in his body droning from how hard he was fighting to not give in to the mindnumbing pleasure.

You pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, his reddened cock glistening with your spit. “Mmm… good boy. That’s it. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t—” Raiden pleaded, voice wrecked, “Don’t call me—”

You ignored him, swallowing him down in one smooth motion, and his protest shattered into a needy moan, muffled against his clenched teeth. His wrists flexed uselessly against the belt, and for the first time, Jack the Ripper looked utterly undone beneath you.

Raiden thrashed his head against the mattress, breath stuttering as his cock throbbed against your tongue. Every wet glide of your lips, every flick of your tongue sent shocks up his sensitive spine that had him bucking his hips helplessly.

“Look at you,” You murmured when you pulled off, stroking him in unhurried, deliberate pumps. Spit slicked his cock, dripping down over your knuckles. “You’re usually so big, so dangerous… but right now? Just a desperate little toy in my hands.”

“Shut—” His voice cracked, breaking into a sharp cry when your tongue licked the underside of his shaft, dragging from base to tip. His waist twisted, but with his hands bound above his head, there was nothing he could do but take it.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his flushed tip. “God, you whimper so pretty, Jack. Do you even hear yourself? My little soldier begging like a good boy for me to suck his cock.”

“S-Shit, no,” He hissed shakily, undercut by the way his thick thighs trembled beneath you.

You tightened your grip at his base and leaned down again, taking him back into your mouth languorously, dragging your tongue along every ridge until your nose brushed the soft skin of his pelvis and his tip hit the back of your throat. Raiden groaned, loud and broken, the sound vibrating from deep in his chest as his wrists flailed helplessly.

Your free hand that wasn’t holding his erection palmed gently at his neglected balls, massaging them and rolling them within your grasp, and he bit his lip.

Raiden’s cock twitched hard against your throat, and you pulled back quickly, stroking him fastly with your fingers just to watch his face. His wanton eyes snapped open, resignedness evident in them as his hips lurched into your fist.

“Please,” He moaned, panting. “Don’t stop—Don’t stop, I need—”

You clicked your tongue, lips curling into a cruel curve. “ Need? What happened to all that pride, hm? Where’s my sharp-tongued killer now?” You leaned up, pumping him just steady enough to drag another debauched groan out of him. “Say it. Say you’re my good boy, or I’ll stop right here.”

His head fell back, the snarky comment in his throat warping into something closer to a whine. His whole body trembled, his chest heaving, his cock aching wildly in your grip.

“…I…I’m your good boy,” Raiden finally choked out, his voice hoarse with humiliation and want. “Please. Please, just…don’t tease me anymore—”

Your smirk turned softer, almost affectionate, though your hand kept moving in merciless strokes. “Mm, Jack.”

And then, just to punish him, you pulled your hand away completely. He grit his teeth, stifling a groan, and it was sweeter than any response to your praise. His eyes were glassy, a mix of frustration and desperation swimming in his irises. 

“I… I… I can’t—” He started, but you cut him off, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze.

“Hm, can’t what? Control yourself? Hold back?”

“ I can’t. I need to cum, please.”

“Jack,” You sighed, seeing his cock throb below you. “You sound so pathetic right now.”

He swallowed hard, averting his gaze due to the mix of embarrassment and longing written all over his face. “I… I’m trying… I’m—”

“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, baby,” You whispered, tracing a finger along his metallic jaw then trailing it down his sculpted chest.

He trembled visibly, a soft whine escaping before he quickly tried to hide it, his pride warring with the surrender in his body. You could see it in his eyes; the overheating, the need, the edge of virile craving.

“It’s okay, I understand,” You spoke lowly. “You’ve been so alone, so pent up with no way to find release, right?”

Raiden nodded quickly, “Y-Yes…”

“Poor thing, it must have been so hard for you every day, suffering by yourself,” You dragged a coy finger slowly up the edge of his pulsating cock, gathering the precum at the tip with your nail.

Raiden whimpered in response, squeezing his eyes shut, lashes fanning out in dainty wisps. “I-I wanted you, so badly. I didn’t, hah, didn’t think I deserved you.”

You bit your lip at the sound of his whines, trailing your fingers up his pelvis and running it over his smooth pectorals. “Why not?

“C-Cause I’m a monster, I’m– Hnngh!” Raiden moaned, tilting his head back as your pressed fervent kisses to his ear, biting occasionally. 

“Go on, Jack.”

“...I’ve only driven people away, I didn’t, hah, wanna hurt you. I’m not allowed to feel this for you, I’m not allowed to touch you like this, but fuck I can’t help it, I just can’t,” Raiden panted, bucking his hips up against your thigh to feel some sort of friction.

“Oh Jack,” You cupped his cheek, swiping your thumb under his eye to catch some stray tears that had begun to fall, “You’re allowed to have these emotions, these desires. You don’t need permission to feel anything.”

Raiden peeked his eyes open to look at you, your words hanging in the air like a reassurance he hadn’t expected to hear. “I want to feel this…I want it with you.”

You gently kissed his eyelids, tasting the slight saltiness from his unshed tears. His hands still struggled above his head, desperately wanting to break free from their constraints and touch you, but he kept them there, not giving in until you told him it was okay.

You sighed softly as your core rubbed against one of his thighs, your clit catching onto the raised seams every so often in a delicious way. Your arousal dripped along his leg, making it glisten with the wetness and further fueling his desire to be obedient for you.

He watched the motions with a heightened intensity, his breath faltering at the sight of you using his warm thigh to get off.

You bit your lip, your teeth digging into the flesh as you leaned forward and laced your fingers with Raiden’s own above his head. You put pressure onto them as you used them as leverage to pick up a faster pace of riding his leg.

“M-Mmn, Jack, you’re so pliant for me, such a pretty boy,” You gasped, swiveling your hips forward and back again. His fingers tightened around your own, claws lightly touching your knuckles as he squeezed tightly. It seemed like it was the only semblance of control he had in this situation.

“ Fuck,” Raiden seethed, slightly raising his knee to change the angle grinding against your cunt.

You kept going, but you knew deep down that you weren’t going to be satisfied until you had the real thing inside you once again.

You reached on hand underneath you, gripping onto Raiden’s cock and causing him to hiss at the touch on his sensitive length. You positioned it at your entrance, feeling the wet tip of his head prodding between your folds.

“P-Please…” He begged, “Put it in already.”

“You’ve been doing so well for me baby, such a good boy,” You purred, leaning in to kiss his lips. “You deserve this reward.”

Raiden’s head fell back against the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly as he let your words wash over him. You continued coaxing him with tender touches and murmured praises, keeping him on edge while reassuring him with each gentle motion. The vulnerability in his eyes made every moment feel electric, every soft moan he let out feeding the quiet intimacy building between you.

Slowly, you sunk down, feeling Raiden’s girthy cock enveloping your insides once more. You parted your lips in a helpless gasp, allowing him to slot his needy tongue into your mouth to entwine with your own.

You descended fully onto him, letting the slick heat of your body envelop his rigid length. His hips jerked instinctively at the tightness, and a low, ragged moan escaped him, swallowed up by your greedy lips. 

You pressed your weight further into him, hands braced on his chest to let your body roll and grind in slow, deliberate circles.

His fingers dug into the sheets above him, claws tearing the fabric and flexing uselessly as you shifted, guiding the angle of his erection to hit perfectly. The friction, the warmth, the weight of you; it all made him tremble beneath you.

You moved with a measured rhythm, pressing your body down, then rolling forward, then back, letting every motion coax a new whimper from him. His hips lifted toward you involuntarily, matching your movements in tiny, desperate pulses.

“Look at you, my perfect little soldier… all tied up and shaking for me,” You purred, gasping sharply at his thrusts.

A vulgar slapping noise was heard from where your bodies connected; his balls hitting against your ass every time you bounced back down onto his cock. It made you blush heavily, your cheeks reddened at the notion of Raiden fucking you like a cocksleeve.

A sheen of sweat coated your body as your pace increased slightly, gyrating your hips and grinding just enough to draw short groans from him. 

Raiden clenched his jaw, “Please, let me touch you.”

You angled your head down, pressing soft kisses along his jaw and synthetic collarbone as you rode him. Each miniscule swivel of your hips made him shudder, every motion a reward for his inevitable surrender.

Suddenly, your movements grew slightly faster, more insistent, letting him feel the full weight and heat of your body as you used momentum to drive your hips down. He trembled beneath you, unable to control the way his hips pistoned into yours, every twitch and shiver a testament to the holy control you held over him.

You ground harder for a few strokes, holding yourself in place, letting him feel every inch of your body clinging to him and sucking him in, then easing back, letting your thighs press gently against his as he tried to catch his breath. The cycle repeated, a careful balance of pleasure and restraint, both of you moving together in a silent, shared rhythm filled only by the vigorous, hot sounds of your panting.

You straightened, one hand sliding from his chest up to his throat, wrapping lightly around the fibered column of his neck. The heat radiating off his body made your pulse jump. You squeezed experimentally, your pace never faltering as you rode him.

You wondered if the cyborg would be into this, or if it would even affect him. He did seem to like being submissive towards you, so perhaps this was a good opportunity as any to put him in his place.

Raiden’s smug eyes cracked open, meeting yours with a half-lidded smirk. A rough sound rumbled from deep in his chest, not from lack of air, but from sheer amusement as your fingers squeezed tighter and tilted his head up while you choked him.

Your hand then slid lower, and for a moment, the man believed you were showing him mercy.

But then, you slid off of him, much to his dismay, and your fingers curled around the grip of a pistol you’d left on the nightstand, dragging against the wood as you pulled it off. His gaze dashed to where you handled the weapon, then back up at you; blown pupils, heat and defiance sparking behind them.

Raiden was up for the challenge, in fact, it even enthralled him.

He didn’t flinch when you pressed the muzzle against the hard plane of his abdomen, dragging it slowly across the gleam of carbon fiber and his plated ribs.

“You’re really fucking crazy,” You murmured at his arousal, dragging the cold, hard barrel against his collarbone, eliciting small clinking sounds from the metal on metal friction.

He hissed through his teeth at the temperature difference, muscles twitching under your touch, but he didn’t shy away. If anything, he tilted his head back further, baring his throat to you. 

“Takes one to know one,” He bit out, and his hips shifted up into the gesture like he needed the gun there.

You trailed it lower, sliding the barrel down over the hard lines of his dark abdomen until it hovered right above his waistline where your bodies had been connected. Your fingers lightly put pressure on the trigger, bordering on crossing the fine line of firing it. His breath stuttered audibly, cock twitching along his thigh, the danger stringing him even thinner.

“Look at you,” You drawled, pressing harder just above his pelvis. “Still so hard even with a fucking gun against your stomach. You that desperate, Raiden?”

His laugh came sharp and splintered like glass shards, the sound of a man caught between shame and pleasure. “...You tell me.”

You smirked and shifted the weapon upward again, dragging it back up the center of his chest, then pressing it flush beneath his chin until the metal clicked lightly against his own steel jaw. 

“Open.”

Raiden’s gaze locked on yours, defiance simmering there, but his lips parted slowly, deliberately, even. He let you push the barrel between them, let the cold steel sink past his teeth and onto his tongue.

The sight of him, lips wrapped around a weapon, jaw slack but eyes burning up at you, fueled the scorching fire that stirred low in your stomach.

“Fuck,” You breathed, tightening your grip on the handle. “Such a pretty boy.”

He groaned around the metal, the sound obscene, saliva already coating the barrel as he sucked it deeper. His tongue dragged along the steel, slow and wet, and his lashes fluttered half-shut as if he could lose himself in the taste alone.

A part of you wondered if the taste of the gun was the same that Raiden’s body carried.

“Good little soldier,” You teased, pushing the barrel deeper until his throat worked around it. “Obeying so well. What do you think, Jack, should I make you choke on it?”

His eyes flicked up, daring you. He gagged lightly as you pressed further, but he didn’t retreat. Rather, he welcomed it, lips sealing tighter, saliva spilling messily down his chin. He looked so deliciously depraved.

You pulled it out suddenly with a wet pop, a string of spit clinging to the steel. Raiden gasped, coughing once, then smirked, his mouth glistening, chin slick.

“What’s the matter?” He rasped, voice filthy. “Scared you’ll actually pull the trigger?” He laughed and rolled his hips up against you, cock straining against your core, “Maybe I want you to.”

The sheer audacity of it made your pulse spike. You shoved the slick barrel against the skin on his cheek, hard enough to force his head down against the pillow. 

Raiden turned to look at you from a sideways glance, his bangs masking his eyes that barely peaked out from between the strands. The defiant spark never left his eyes, and he still looked at you like he was the one holding power here. A dangerous glint danced in his irises, a smirk on his lips as his skin began to redden from the impact of the gun. 

“Cute,” He smirked, voice laced richly with pleasure. “You think that’ll slow me down?”

Before you could react, the belt restraining him tore loose with a violent snap, shredded leather dangling uselessly from his wrists. His hand slammed against your own wrist, and the gun went clattering across the floor, spinning uselessly out of reach. In the same breath, his free hand shot forward, wrapping firmly around your throat. His strength was effortless, terrifying, and thrilling all at once.

He sat up, forcing you down on his cock even deeper, until you were trembling from the stretch and pressure and your chests were pressed against each other. His grip was firm but careful, the edges of his claws grazing your skin without breaking it.

“Let me show you how it’s really done,” Raiden growled, his other arm hooking around your waist to keep you pinned flush against him.

His hips snapped upward, the hydraulics driving into you with brutal force, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, a choked gasp spilling from your lips as the new angle sent shocks of pleasure tearing through you. The pressure at your throat only heightened everything, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

Raiden’s smirk widened at the way your eyes fluttered, the way your walls clenched down around him. He loosened his grip just enough for you to drag in a ragged breath, only to squeeze again when your moan broke free.

“My turn to take control, darling,” The cyborg snarled.

His grip never wavered on your throat, the pressure keeping your pulse hammering beneath his alloy fingers as his other hand slid up, rough and greedy, to seize your breast. His claws dragged lightly over the sensitive skin before his palm engulfed the soft weight, kneading hard enough to make you gasp against the choke.

“Fuck…” He hissed, his voice a cacophony through his chest as his hips hammered into you, the bed frame groaning in protest. He bent forward suddenly, mouth hot and wet against your breast, his tongue circling your nipple before sucking it between his teeth. The scrape of enamel and cool metal made your back arch into him, a strangled cry spilling from your throat that turned into a gasp under his crushing grip.

Each thrust grew wilder, less controlled, his cock pistoning into you with a vigorous intensity. The vibration of his low growls hummed against your chest as he switched from licking to biting, claiming every inch of you he could reach. His hand tightened on your throat with each thrust, pulling broken little sounds out of you that he swallowed greedily against your skin.

Angry hickeys of mauve and pink had started to bloom on your chest, showcasing the claim the cyborg had on you.

Your hands held onto him by the back of his neck, nearly falling off, but he only bucked harder, the feral gleam in his eyes locking you in place as he drove deeper. The combination of his hand squeezing your neck, his tongue laving over your breast, and the brutal rhythm of his hips left you trembling, caught between ecstasy and the edge of collapse.

Raiden moaned, teeth scraping your nipple again before he pulled back, lips glistening. His smirk was feverish, his fingers flexing around your throat as he forced you to meet his blazing eyes.

“You like that?” He asked, punctuating the word with a savage thrust that made the world tilt, your vision sparking at the edges from the pressure and sheer intensity of it all.

You nodded frantically in his grasp, “Mm, mhm!”

Raiden’s thrusts turned erratic, his jaw clenched hard as his libido bordered on the brink of orgasm. His grip on your throat tightened for one dizzying moment before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside you with a savage shudder.

His head fell against your chest, teeth sinking lightly into your skin to bite you, his hips twitching through every pulse of his climax.

Your walls squeezed around him, consuming every last drop of his cum, but the release didn’t tip you over with him. You trembled, trying to recover and catch your breath while being so close but still teetering on the edge, your body begging for more.

Raiden noticed. Of course he did.

His devious eyes flicked up at you, a sharp smirk tugging at his lips even as he pulled out, his cock glistening with your mingled arousal. You shivered as it began to leak out of you, cooling on your warm body.

He didn’t say a word at first, but instead, just pushed you back down onto the mattress and dropped between your thighs.

The soldier’s mouth was on you before you could protest, tongue lapping with a virile hunger, sucking and circling your swollen clit while his fingers, claws retracted, spread your folds wide. 

The rough heat of his moans vibrated against your cunt as he devoured you, desperate to rip the release from your body that he’d just denied you. His tongue licked along the inside of your cunt, while one finger pumped in and out, carefully stroking your walls.

When your legs trembled too hard to hold still, he growled against you with a hushed, “ Knock it off,” against your cunt, gripping your thighs tightly to keep you pliant and open.

“Jack!” Your cry pitched high, your hands tangling in his messy platinum wolfcut, tugging hard and causing him to groan at the sensation, only to have him seize your wrist and pin it down against the sheets, unyielding.

Your orgasm was close, thighs tightening around his head and your hips jerking against his mouth when suddenly he pulled back. His lips had your arousal shimmering on them, an amused expression conveyed, “Not yet.”

Before you could whimper in frustration, he flipped you over, dragging you onto your hands and knees. A sharp tug at your hair made you arch back, your scalp stinging as he yanked your head up for leverage. His cock slid back into you in one brutal stroke, forcing a strangled moan from your throat as your body clenched around him.

He pulled your hair tighter, using it as a handle to fuck you harder, each thrust pounding you into the mattress. His other hand gripped your hip like a vice, claws digging into your skin just shy of breaking it.

“I’ll make sure you come baby,” Raiden sighed, yanking your head back to make you look over your shoulder at him. His eyes were unrelenting as they burned, before he pressed a hot kiss into your lips, licking with the robust intensity of a starved man. 

His thrusts were merciless, the slap of skin against skin echoing with every violent snap of his hips. His grip in your hair wrenched your head back until your throat ached, forcing you to feel every inch of his cock splitting you open.

“Ah! Jack!”

The mattress and rickety bed springs creaked heavily as he gripped onto the bedframe, his knuckles straining as he anchored it to fuck deeper into you. It hit against the wall over and over, the rain outside doing nothing to dwindle the loud banging.

When he heard your loud whines and please, he smirked, and then, just as suddenly, he shoved your head down, pinning your cheek to the pillow with one palm while he mounted you from behind. The angle drove him impossibly deep, your cunt fluttering around the sheer stretch of him as he bottomed out again and again.

“Ffff— Fu—ck—” Raiden’s growl broke halfway, a glitchy distortion crackling through the syllable as his body strained. Heat radiated off his alloy frame, an almost scalding contrast against your flushed skin every time his chest brushed your back. His vents hissed faintly, steam warming the air between your bodies.

Your moans turned ragged as his strength then pressed you flat, his massive frame folding you beneath him. He drove you into the mattress with his weight, chest flush against your back, his breath hot and stuttering at your ear.

 “Taking me—so d—deep,” He rasped, voice breaking again, digitized static buzzing at the edges of his words. “So tight— hnngh —fuck—made for me to fuck.”

His cock swelled harder inside you, grinding perfectly against your sweet spot until your vision started to blur. You clawed at the sheets in front of you, crying out when the sudden burst of heat from his overworked body spread across your back, searing in its intensity, only to be soothed when he licked at your ear, your nape, cooling you with wet strokes of his tongue.

One hand snaked down between your thighs, claws retracted, his fingers spreading you wider so you could take him deeper. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you immobile as he rutted into you with animal desperation.

His voice fractured mid-word as he said your name, mechanical hissing blending with his growl, “—Gonna fill you—fuck, I’ll fill you till you can’t hold any more of me inside you.”

His blunt teeth sank into the back of your shoulder, marking you as his thrusts grew unhinged, his size making you cry from the sheer stretch.

Every piston of his hips drove you closer, the heat of his body radiating against your slick skin, his voice glitching low in your ear as he growled, “Breed you—take it—a-all of it—it.”

You had to admit, seeing and hearing Raiden’s body reduced to an overloaded hot mess was an incredible turn on, making you wetter and allowing his unrelenting thrusts to speed up even more fluidly.

Your nails tore at the sheets with every ram that split you apart.

“Jack! Hnngh, it’s too much!” You sobbed, half-plea, half-moan. Your body trembled beneath the overwhelming force of him, every slam dragging you tighter around his cock until your walls clenched mercilessly and begged to keep him inside.

“You’re a good girl, you can…can handle it,” He graveled, his words distorting, broken with static as his body pushed past its limits, “Every, hah, every fucking inch.”

His chest pressed harder to your back, the burn of his overheated metallic frame making sweat slick between your bodies. He shoved your thighs wider with a brutal jerk of his hips, grinding you down into the mattress like you were nothing but a sheath to milk him dry.

Each thrust slipped his coat further down his arms until the weight of it finally slipped free, pooling behind him on the floor with a weighty and soft creak. The sight of his bare form—plates, carbon fiber, alloy, titanium, and hydraulics working overtime— made the moment feel even more unrestrained.

You keened deliriously, voice muffled against the soft fabric. “S’too much, Jack, too much—please—”

Your pleas melted into broken moans as Raiden’s hand seized your hair, yanking your head back to make you cry out louder for him. His claws dug into your scalp, and his feverish lips grazed your ear. 

“Wanna hear you scream, fuck, you’ll be—be dripping w-with me.” The words shredded apart, half-human, half-machine, his glitching voice vibrating against your skin.

Your whole flushed body shook as he pistoned into you, rapidly pounding you so deep that every thrust had your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably. You could barely form words, only broken, babbled gasps.

“Come on—on, Vystrel, ” He growled, static fizzling. His hand slapped your ass harshly, causing you to yelp. 

He laughed, a lethal thing, before his fingers crushed your waist, claws tearing your skin as he lost all control, rutting into you like an animal in heat. He spoke your codename with agitation, totalled and pent up from all the time he’d had spent to carefully restrain himself from losing himself to you.

Your climax ripped through you violently, body seizing beneath him, vision flashing stark as you sobbed his name into the mattress. Your walls spasmed, convulsing around his cock, dragging him over the edge with you as he quickly thrusted, chasing his own high and coming for the third time that night.

Raiden moaned, voice breaking off as his cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping you full in long, searing spurts. His hips slammed flush against you as if to bury every drop deeper, his whole body trembling against yours. His frame was so heavy on top of you, and the weight felt delicious; an atonement to how easily he could crush and consume you voraciously down to the very core.

“Good girl,” The blonde whispered in your ear, the heat of his overloaded body sweltering against your back.

He stayed like that for a moment, licking around the shell of your ear while his cock was still nestled inside you. You turned your face to look back at his blissed expression, not too far off from your own fucked-out one.

His body began to cool down, his breathing trying to regulate. As his erection calmed down, he slid out of you with a hiss at the chill air touching his sensitive cock. You also muffled a moan as you suddenly felt empty without him filling you to the brim.

The two of you collapsed against the ruined bed, oh, guess we broke the frame… bodies stuck together with sweat and cum, his chest still heaving softly as if even his machinic parts had been undone by you. Your body felt thoroughly used.

Raiden pulled himself up onto your chest, letting his cheek rest against it. You brushed his sweat-ridden bangs out of his face, revealing his forehead, and planted a chaste kiss to it. 

His cheeks were flushed and his lips, bruised rose and metal, were parted as he took in needy breaths while he calmed down from adrenaline. His skin glimmered like porcelain, and his wispy lashes held unshed tears from the overstimulation.

“Goddammit…” Raiden sighed, bringing a hand up to trace along your stomach. He trailed a claw down from the crevice between your breasts, to your sternum, then to your abdomen, creating a dainty red line on your skin.

You ran a hand along his back, feeling the hypothetical tension drain from his synthetic muscles.

He lifted his head slightly, blinking at you with a mix of disbelief and awkwardness. A faint glitch in his voice betrayed the lingering overheat in his systems.

“Shit… that was…” His voice cracked, the words trailing off as he swallowed hard, clearly not used to letting himself be aggressive like this, at least, in a sexual manner.

You let out a quiet laugh, brushing a strand of damp hair from his forehead. “Yeah. That was… something.”

Raiden’s hands moved over your sides, hesitant, almost unsure where to rest them. “I… didn’t think I’d actually—” He faltered again, a flush rising across his cheeks. “I didn’t think I’d let myself feel… like that.”

You shrugged lightly, letting your palm press to his shoulder before running a thumb over his steel jaw. “It was quite the surprise. ‘Poor little Raiden all pent up and having reached his breaking point.’ Can’t say I’m complaining, though.”

His lips parted, and he let out a low, almost embarrassed sound. “I… Tsk, you really… you don’t hold back, do you?”

“Nope,” You said with a small smirk, carding your fingers through his hair. “Neither do you, apparently.”

Raiden huffed, a little laugh mixed with a grunt escaping him, his usual sharpness softened into a rare, vulnerable awkwardness. “Yeah… guess not.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything;  just let your bodies settle together, the quiet punctuated only by your ragged breaths and the gentle rain. The intensity of before had passed, leaving behind a raw closeness that felt… real.

Finally, Raiden shifted slightly, pressing a quick, awkward kiss to your temple before leaning back just enough to meet your eyes.

“I don’t think I’m… gonna get used to this,” He said, voice low, a flicker of his old pride returning but still edged with honesty, warmth, and shyness.

“Who said this was gonna happen again?” You teased. 

“O-Oh, um, right, I—” Raiden began to stutter, tripping over his words as he started to pull back.

“I’m kidding, Jack.” You kept your hold on him tight.

The cyborg rolled his eyes, but then his brows furrowed as he looked away coyly. “I uh…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry for… ripping your gear… and clothing.” Raiden sighed.

“Well, I can see why they call you ‘Jack the Ripper’.”

Raiden raised his head, looking at you with eyes narrowed in disappointment, “That was the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard you say, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Shut up,” You replied, shoving him lightly.

Raiden barely budged when you shoved him, just smirked faintly and let himself sink back down beside you. His arm draped lazily over your waist, like he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go.

Silence settled in again, broken only by the storm and the faint hum of his cooling systems winding down. You thought maybe he’d fallen asleep or was done talking for the night, until his voice rasped out, quieter than before.

“…Been wanting that for a long time,” He admitted, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Didn’t think I’d ever actually have it.”

You tilted your head to look at him, “What, me? Or the sex?”

Raiden groaned and covered his face with one hand. “You’re insufferable. Truly an annoyance.”

“Not an answer.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, cheeks still flushed despite the hardened edge he tried to keep. “…Both. Okay? Both.”

The confession hung there, heavier than the rain, causing your own skin to blush. You let it sit a moment before nudging him with your knee. “Guess you should’ve said something sooner, huh?”

Raiden snorted under his breath, “Tsk. You want a damn love letter, too?”

“Of course!”

“Hilarious. Don’t push your luck.”

You tilted your head, grin tugging at your lips. “That’s rich coming from the guy who practically begged to breed me.”

Raiden’s eyes widened, “That, I, that was—”

You hummed, feigning innocence. “I mean… can I even get pregnant from you? Y’know, considering….” You dragged your palm down his smooth chest.

His jaw clenched, eyes darting away. “Huh?! Don’t—Don’t ask me that. I dunno. Patriots did some weird shit to me. I am not having this conversation right now.”

You smiled softly, leaning in just enough to catch the mortified look he tried to hide. “Well, after what we just did, don’t be surprised if one day I wake up and call you about some morning sickness.”

Raiden laughed; soft, awkward, and genuine, and then turned his head toward you, eyes eased in a way you didn’t see often. He scanned your face, taking in your features and what his effect on you had been.

“Just… don’t think less of me for, well…” He gestured vaguely at the ruined bed, the sweat, the bite marks, the claw-marks. “…all that.”

You rolled onto your side to face him, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “Jack, if anything, I’m thinking about how fast we’re gonna break the next bed. And also how soon I can indulge your praise kink again.”

His mouth fell open, his face lighting up with embarrassment before he buried it in the pillow.

“Fuck off,” Raiden scoffed, muffled by the material.

He then groaned into the pillow, shaking his head like he could hide there forever. His shoulders relaxed against the sheets though, the tension finally bleeding out of him.

You let your fingers wander through his tangled hair soothingly, and after a moment, he shifted just enough to peek up at you; cheeks still warm, eyes a little heavy-lidded.

“…You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” he muttered.

“Not a chance,” You teased, dragging your nails lightly along his scalp.

He huffed, half a laugh, half a resigned sigh. “Guess I asked for it.”

Raiden’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before finally dropping, his lids slipping shut. He didn’t need sleep in the traditional sense, but you could still tell he needed rest after the intense sex he had with you.

The storm outside had dulled to a steady patter, and as the room settled, so did he; his breath evening out, body pressing closer to yours instinctively. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to lay against his chest. 

At first, he worried if it was uncomfortable for you—his body being too rigid to sleep on—but you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else at that moment. When he saw how relaxed you were, he allowed himself to ease his worries and self consciousness, if only for a little while.

For once, there were no walls, no armor, no missions hanging over your heads. Just Raiden, warm and undone beside you.

You let your own eyes close, a smile tugging at your lips as you curled in closer against him. 

Jack, the man who was overwhelming all your senses even when submissive and undone, had finally allowed himself to be selfish.