#more them

Kerry had gotten home late, some pointless interview that dug way too deep into his recent relationship instead of his new album. To be fair it was about his new relationship but still, he’d rather chose to talk about it then have questions about V shoved down his throat.

V’s car was here but it was eerily quiet, the apartment dark. An energy that crushed Kerry lungs when he tried to breath, dropping his jacket over the couch and started to undo his tie as he searched for V somewhere.

“V? Vax- Holy shit!” Kerry found him in the bathroom, his face busted and sides bruised to hell. And he did not look happy. And if Kerry had been anyone else, he would have been terrified to approach. But he was Kerry Eurodyne and V would never hurt him.

“What happened to your beautiful face?” He asked softly, kneeling down in front of him and gently cupping his face. Vax immediately leaned into him, Kerry was careful to not press on the bruises looking around for a towel or rag.

“‘S just bruising, should be fine by tomorrow.” V said softly, still holding Kerry’s hand to his face. He felt a warm kiss to his palm, and his heart swelled as he looked at his bruised merc.

“How was the interview? Sorry I couldn’t be there.” Kerry’s heart swelled, looking at his bruised merc. He had found a rag and was soaking it in some warm water to get the blood off his face.

“Nosy ass fuckers is what they are. Shoving questions about you down my throat, it’s all the care about.” Kerry muttered, V just smiled at him, stormy grey eyes full of love and appreciation for Kerry.

“I think that’s their job, babe. To be nosy ass fuckers that ask about your hot young boy toy-“ Kerry gave him a look. He hated when V called himself that, even as a joke. Far too many people called V that for comfort. Even Nancy entertained the idea.

“Yeah well, I’d rather talk about the album, and wish they’d respect your need for privacy.” He said softly, tilting his head a bit. He couldn’t help himself and leaned down to give him a gentle kiss, making V smile and try to press for more.

“Ah ah ah, no. Your face is swollen. No more of that until we get this figured out.” V whined, but didn’t fight for more.

Kerry finished cleaning his face, and looked down at the bruising on his side. He frowned, unsure of how to make life a bit more comfortable for V when he was hurt like this.

“I’ll be fine, Ker… no need to look so worried.” V said softly, taking his hand.

“I’ve said it once I’ll say it a million times, it’s my job to worry about you. That’s how this works.” He stood after that, helping V stand as well. He helped V into the bedroom and he dropped unceremoniously onto the bed.

The two got ready for bed, deciding clothes were overrated for that night and fell into bed, V looking out at Night City, and Kerry tucked behind him, arm around his waist as he looked with him.

The next morning, V was already out of bed. But the smell of coffee dragged Kerry to go find him. He loved and hated V’s want to spoil and take care of him, because that always meant V was never in bed in the morning unless he was extremely tired or didn’t feel well.

He found his lover in the kitchen, sipping from a coffee mug but with a bag from their favorite bakery in front of them. His eyes lit up when he saw Kerry, something he could definitely get used too by V.

“Mornin’ handsome.” He seemed to be in a better mood, the swelling on his face went down and the bruise was barely even there anymore.

Kerry’s hands immediately went to his face to hold, pulling him closer for a kiss and to examine his face. Vax bumped their foreheads together leaning up for another kiss.

The rocker leaned into him, then felt his feet leave the ground as V sat him on the counter. Kerry’s fingers gripped his hair, making the merc gasp a bit and pull back.

“That’s a dangerous game your playing, Ker.” V whispered, the two in their own world now. Night City could be destroyed and neither would care.

“You know me, I like dangerous games.” Kerry pulled him back in for a kiss, feeling V press him closer.