Which flesh is your flesh iguazu. a lot of times.

Great, an independent merc. Who's the wise guy who decided the Redguns should be taking care of some freelancer? / Hey, freelancer. Bet no one even told you why we're here. Well, us real Redguns are gonna go climb the Wall. This is just target practice. When we're done, the locals' little base is next. / Tch... Does this guy ever shut up? / Hot dog. They got an AC. / Tch... You got lucky, freelancer.

“Hey, Iguazu, are you gonna come out of there or what?” Iguazu stayed quiet, he couldn’t let Raven see him right now. He had to take care of this fast. He tried thinking about cold rain, about being drenched in it. “Iguazu?” Raven waited a beat for an answer. “Shit. I’m coming in.” Iguazu started to panic as Raven pulled the emergency latch and stepped into his cockpit.

“Get out! Get the fuck out!”

“Stop being such a fucking baby. Michigan is going to kill me if I damaged you.” He spun Iguazu’s chair around. Iguazu tried desperately to cover his boner. “Really? That’s it?” Raven huffed.

Iguazu turned bright red in embarrassment and anger. What did he mean “That’s it”? They had just been sparring to figured out adjustments they needed to make to tune Iguazu’s augments, and he had gotten fucking hard during it. He was so embarrassed he wasn’t sure if he wanted to die, kill Raven, or just blow them both the fuck up. He settled on trying to punch him, missing the soft exposed flesh and cursing as his fist crashed against metal. Raven lazily tracked his hand as he shook it, trying to dispel the sting.

“I could help you out.”

“Fuck you!”

“Its not like we haven’t done it before.” Raven leaned over Iguazu, his bulky metal frame looming over him like a vulture. He ran one of his rough metal hands up Iguazu’s forearm, lacing their fingers together. To his shame Iguazu’s breath hitched. “Go on, touch yourself for me.” To his shame Iguazu unzipped his flight suit and brought his free hand to his cock.

“Not there.” Raven released Iguazu’s hand. He teasingly let his hand rest around Iguazu’s neck before slipping it beneath his unzipped collar. Then he carefully slipped his other hand into the opposite side and slid off the rest of his top. The air and Raven’s metal fingers were frigid against his skin, but they didn’t make him shiver as much as the quiet whirring of Raven’s camera apertures as he looked over his newly exposed skin. He kissed Iguazu’s naked chest, his lips warm and disgustingly sticky, before lifting him up and letting the bottom half of his flight suit fall to the ground. Then he shifted Iguazu into one of his arms before sitting down in HEADBRINGER’s pilot’s seat with Iguazu perched in his lap. He pulled Iguazu against him, one hand against the small of his back so that his cock nearly touched his flayed lips. Raven smirked as he pulled down Iguazu’s underwear, making him yelp. With his free hand he kneaded Iguazu’s left ass cheek. “Here.” He gave Iguazu a shit eating grin.

“I-I’m not playing with my fucking ass!” Iguazu sputtered far too defensively.

“I think you’ll want to.” Raven tossed him a bottle of lube from his exoskeleton’s tool belt and pulled out three condoms. “You aren’t going to want these in you without prep.” He flexed his thick metal fingers.

“I don’t want them in me period!”

“Well, it’s not like I can suck you off properly.” He opened his mouth, doing his best to stick out the stump of his tongue. “I mean, I’ll try, but you know it’ll be easier this way.” He slid one of the condoms onto Iguazu’s cock. “Besides, it’ll feel damn good.” Raven kissed the base of his dick, the metal of his visor digging into the head as he gently mouthed at Iguazu’s balls. He pressed a condom into Iguazu’s hand. “You don’t want to have to fly home like that do you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that all you can say today?” Raven kissed the inside of his thigh as Iguazu tore it open, rolling it over his fingers. “I see you know what to do already.”

“Just shut up.” Iguazu poured some extra lube over his covered fingers. Before carefully working them inside. His breathing sped up as he spread himself open and Raven kissed his dick. Even without a tongue he made Iguazu whimper, the feeling of his blood-wet lips on him was bizarre, but it made him buck a few times against his mouth before Raven grabbed his hips and forced him to hold still.

“God,” he cursed as he watched Raven slide a condom over his own fingers.

“No god can help either of us, Iguazu.” Raven gently pulled Iguazu’s fingers away and pushed his own fingers inside. Iguazu nearly threw his head back and gasped. They were so thick it was almost like being fucked.

“Raven,” he moaned, as the cyborg kissed his cock head, “Raven,” as the rough angles of his fingers practically crushed his prostate, “Raven!” as he came, shuddering and falling onto the shoulders of the heap of flesh and metal before him.

“You’re going to have a hell of a time cleaning this chair,” Raven whispered softly into his ear.